yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora tilts her head just enough to catch Soh’s shrug, her gaze softening in a way that carries the weight of knowing more than she’ll ever press out loud. She’s watched this dance between her best friend and the dragoon long enough to recognize that nonchalance rarely means nothing, but she decides to let it drift past like seafoam anyway; a topic for another time.
The will-o-wisps hover at the edge of her vision, and she muffles a laugh into the rim of her glass. "They’re everywhere this time of year, I swear," she mumbles, voice low and distracted, as though acknowledging them might make them scatter.
"After Dahlia attacked me," she begins, words slower now, softer, "Jack came to see me at the House of Midnight." The admission slides free on a sigh, and though the memory no longer slices through her like it once did, she still feels the echo of it in her chest, especially not with the warmth of his kiss still hot in her memory. "We realised that...even though we did still love one another, it wasn’t enough. And gods, Soh, it hurt—worse than anything else I’ve felt. But it also...put things back into perspective, in a way. Like, it just didn't work between us, and...I guess that made it easier, even knowing that it was over for good."
Straightening as if the breath she draws might settle her spine, Flora tips one shoulder in a shrug, eyes glittering in the lantern light. "I don’t know if we’re okay in the sense of...going out for dinner or just hanging out, like normal people." Her cheeks heat and she bites down on a smile that spills anyway. "But the sex has always been, like, really good, so..."
The will-o-wisps hover at the edge of her vision, and she muffles a laugh into the rim of her glass. "They’re everywhere this time of year, I swear," she mumbles, voice low and distracted, as though acknowledging them might make them scatter.
"After Dahlia attacked me," she begins, words slower now, softer, "Jack came to see me at the House of Midnight." The admission slides free on a sigh, and though the memory no longer slices through her like it once did, she still feels the echo of it in her chest, especially not with the warmth of his kiss still hot in her memory. "We realised that...even though we did still love one another, it wasn’t enough. And gods, Soh, it hurt—worse than anything else I’ve felt. But it also...put things back into perspective, in a way. Like, it just didn't work between us, and...I guess that made it easier, even knowing that it was over for good."
Straightening as if the breath she draws might settle her spine, Flora tips one shoulder in a shrug, eyes glittering in the lantern light. "I don’t know if we’re okay in the sense of...going out for dinner or just hanging out, like normal people." Her cheeks heat and she bites down on a smile that spills anyway. "But the sex has always been, like, really good, so..."
some real big things I still gotta figure out
