flora
Flora dusts her palms together as she steps back from the rafters, curls wild from the breeze and a grin as bright as the shells now singing overhead. The porch hums with a new kind of life, soft music strung between sea and sky, and she can’t help but beam at her cousin as she returns to the others. "They should be out of the way up there," she says warmly, aqua eyes sparkling. "But if any break, let me know. We can make more together." There’s an unspoken promise tucked into the words—that they'd be able to carry forward everything Vai and Ashe had taught them—even as she hides her smile behind a sip of cider.
Beside her, Remi loops an arm easily around Ronin’s waist, the gesture boyish in its affection as he lifts his mug of cider in a quiet toast toward Theea. "And if you ever need anything," he adds with a grin that softens into something earnest, "we’re just down the coast. Don’t hesitate."
Beside her, Remi loops an arm easily around Ronin’s waist, the gesture boyish in its affection as he lifts his mug of cider in a quiet toast toward Theea. "And if you ever need anything," he adds with a grin that softens into something earnest, "we’re just down the coast. Don’t hesitate."
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
