Flora
Flora drifts with the market’s tide until she is a pale ripple at Kaisel's back, the sheet turning her into a rumour that moves. He stands by the green-glass chimes, the Stormbreak token on his bag catching Torchline sun like a small, stubborn star; the sight of it tilts something in her, and she tips it upright again with will alone. It feels wrong to be this close and far too easy all at once—muscle memory aches to stand beside him, to lean a shoulder, to lace a joke between his nerves and her own—but Ludo has given her orders and the cotton over her curls grants a kind of permission that ordinary air would not.
She ghosts the last half-step, breath held. Through one crooked eyehole the back of his neck is a warm, sunlit target; she rises onto her toes and sends a slow draft across his skin, cool as the inside of a sea cave and just as deliberate. The chimes answer with a faint porcelain rain.
Something shifts beneath the sheet and stills it with both palms, smoothing cotton and breath until she is only hush and salt again.
She ghosts the last half-step, breath held. Through one crooked eyehole the back of his neck is a warm, sunlit target; she rises onto her toes and sends a slow draft across his skin, cool as the inside of a sea cave and just as deliberate. The chimes answer with a faint porcelain rain.
Something shifts beneath the sheet and stills it with both palms, smoothing cotton and breath until she is only hush and salt again.
I hope you're sweating the bigger stuff,
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
finding some peace in an honest love
Hope you stop when you've had enough & throw the towel in
Code stolen from Queen Sky
