candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora tips her head back with a dramatic groan, the sound bouncing off jagged cliffs that rise like broken teeth all around them. "Ewwwwwwuh," she drawls, scrunching her nose at him as if the very thought of their parents expecting anything from them is enough to make her break out in hives.
Another gust tears down the slope, whipping her curls across her face and tugging at the hem of her sweater until it billows like a sail. She groans again, this one more genuine as Mateo points out the obvious: they could be somewhere warm, somewhere with sunlight and boardwalk chatter instead of the eerie hush of peaks where only dragons dare to linger and the wind sounds like it’s trying to peel the world apart.
She sighs theatrically, sweater tugged tighter until she looks like she’s trying to fold herself inside of it, before nudging him with her shoulder. Far below, the air thins into veils of mist, and Spice’s shadow flits across the rock in quicksilver streaks as she circles ahead. "Speaking of places that are warm versus places that are windy..." Flora trails off, brows arching as she casts him a sideways glance. "Arrrrre you gonna leave Torchline now that the Family's gone?"
Another gust tears down the slope, whipping her curls across her face and tugging at the hem of her sweater until it billows like a sail. She groans again, this one more genuine as Mateo points out the obvious: they could be somewhere warm, somewhere with sunlight and boardwalk chatter instead of the eerie hush of peaks where only dragons dare to linger and the wind sounds like it’s trying to peel the world apart.
She sighs theatrically, sweater tugged tighter until she looks like she’s trying to fold herself inside of it, before nudging him with her shoulder. Far below, the air thins into veils of mist, and Spice’s shadow flits across the rock in quicksilver streaks as she circles ahead. "Speaking of places that are warm versus places that are windy..." Flora trails off, brows arching as she casts him a sideways glance. "Arrrrre you gonna leave Torchline now that the Family's gone?"
