flora
Flora huffs a little laugh, the grin curling at her mouth making it clear she’s not disagreeing. "Almost like most things aren’t meant to live in that kind of cold," she says, shaking her head. Internally, she can’t help wondering why anyone chooses to live in Halo—greenhouse or magical dome or not—it’s never sounded even mildly appealing.
"Absolutely better than sinking," she adds, giving him an approving nod.
Her fingers curl around his when he offers his hand, giving him a small, encouraging squeeze. "You probably would do a marvellous job of drowning," she says with mock solemnity, "but that’s not on the agenda today. Besides, if you drown, you won't be able to eat any of the snacks I brought." With a little tug, she has them swap positions so the drop-off in the pool greets him first.
"This time, no floating," she says, slipping into instructor mode with a playful glint in her eyes. "Imagine you’re running, but slowly—just enough movement to keep you steady, not enough to tip you over." She shows him the motion with her own legs, smooth and controlled, before lifting her hands to make wide, flat ovals through the water. "And you move your arms like this," she demonstrates until she’s fully treading water, her body held effortlessly in the spring’s heat. "Your turn."
"Absolutely better than sinking," she adds, giving him an approving nod.
Her fingers curl around his when he offers his hand, giving him a small, encouraging squeeze. "You probably would do a marvellous job of drowning," she says with mock solemnity, "but that’s not on the agenda today. Besides, if you drown, you won't be able to eat any of the snacks I brought." With a little tug, she has them swap positions so the drop-off in the pool greets him first.
"This time, no floating," she says, slipping into instructor mode with a playful glint in her eyes. "Imagine you’re running, but slowly—just enough movement to keep you steady, not enough to tip you over." She shows him the motion with her own legs, smooth and controlled, before lifting her hands to make wide, flat ovals through the water. "And you move your arms like this," she demonstrates until she’s fully treading water, her body held effortlessly in the spring’s heat. "Your turn."
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
