your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora flashes Koa a dazzling smile at his tease, her voice dropping into a purr. "Sometimes," she concedes, light spilling through the word like sunlight on glass. His flicker of irritation only earns more laughter from her, airy and unbothered. "Couldn’t help myself," she admits, footsteps scuffing invisibly against the alien stone.
But then his wild swing actually lands, catching her mid-turn as she recalls her daggers back into her hands. The air knocks out of her in a surprised wheeze, but it’s nothing compared to the way her gaze snags on the red blooming across his sleeve. Her dagger—her fault.
"Shit," she hisses, the word sharp as she’s already closing the gap between them, forgetting entirely that she’s still cloaked. Her hand presses firmly against his arm, the heat of her healing ring pulsing in quick, golden waves until the skin knits back together beneath her palm. Only when she twists the other band, shedding her invisibility, does she lift her hand to reveal the smooth, unbroken flesh.
Her nose wrinkles, lips pulling into a crooked grin. "Sorry," she hums, softer now, apology stitched between the syllables.
And then, because she refuses to let heaviness linger between them, she tips her chin back toward the Sugartide, eyes glinting with mischief once more. "Maybe instead of playing dirty we should go get a snack," she suggests, giving his newly mended shoulder a playful nudge. "I have bread, and I can tell you for certain that carbs can fix anything."
With that, she starts back toward the ladder, curls bouncing, letting the spar dissolve into something easier—because sometimes that’s the only way to win.
4/4
~FIN
But then his wild swing actually lands, catching her mid-turn as she recalls her daggers back into her hands. The air knocks out of her in a surprised wheeze, but it’s nothing compared to the way her gaze snags on the red blooming across his sleeve. Her dagger—her fault.
"Shit," she hisses, the word sharp as she’s already closing the gap between them, forgetting entirely that she’s still cloaked. Her hand presses firmly against his arm, the heat of her healing ring pulsing in quick, golden waves until the skin knits back together beneath her palm. Only when she twists the other band, shedding her invisibility, does she lift her hand to reveal the smooth, unbroken flesh.
Her nose wrinkles, lips pulling into a crooked grin. "Sorry," she hums, softer now, apology stitched between the syllables.
And then, because she refuses to let heaviness linger between them, she tips her chin back toward the Sugartide, eyes glinting with mischief once more. "Maybe instead of playing dirty we should go get a snack," she suggests, giving his newly mended shoulder a playful nudge. "I have bread, and I can tell you for certain that carbs can fix anything."
With that, she starts back toward the ladder, curls bouncing, letting the spar dissolve into something easier—because sometimes that’s the only way to win.
4/4
~FIN
