Flora
Flora rolls her eyes with all the ceremony of a queen knighting a fool and lets a grin tilt through anyway. "Please. I have a literal ghost for a twin and a father who used to wrangle spirits for Ludo," she says, amusement purling low and pleased. "Of course I’m an expert." His shade of green is a reward she pockets shamelessly; she inhales like it’s perfume, then widens her eyes in saintly innocence as the memory of a certain algae mask surfaces. “"My nonna—the witch—swore by frogs for all of her beauty routines," she adds, nodding with solemn conviction.
He calls her wild and wood-feral and she snickers because she is and was, pretending to weigh the philosophy of toasting as if it matters to anyone but him. Then his shoulder bumps hers and the market tilts—just a breath, just enough—to have old warmth snagging on fresh bruise. She lets the contact slide past with a graceful step to the side, laughter softening into a clear-your-throat kind of sound as she resets the air between them.
"Anyone who doesn’t know if toasting counts as cooking," she says lightly, looking up at him and trying not to hear the words he'd said about Caly or feel the distance that had stretched until she'd snapped, "definitely doesn’t know how to cook."
He calls her wild and wood-feral and she snickers because she is and was, pretending to weigh the philosophy of toasting as if it matters to anyone but him. Then his shoulder bumps hers and the market tilts—just a breath, just enough—to have old warmth snagging on fresh bruise. She lets the contact slide past with a graceful step to the side, laughter softening into a clear-your-throat kind of sound as she resets the air between them.
"Anyone who doesn’t know if toasting counts as cooking," she says lightly, looking up at him and trying not to hear the words he'd said about Caly or feel the distance that had stretched until she'd snapped, "definitely doesn’t know how to cook."
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
