candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora’s brows jump, skepticism written plain across her face. "Oh, since he was able to do that, hmm?" she drawls, voice dripping with doubt as she shoots her brother a look, brows raised.
Mateo’s dreamy picture of magical wardrobes coaxes a laugh from her, the sound bright enough to spill against the quiet trickling of the fountain. "How often do you think one of us would’ve opened the door to find a one-night stand hiding in there? Talk about traumatising." She’s still laughing as she nods along, curls bouncing. "But yes, as soon as I’m done with this task from Ludo, I’ll absolutely going to go see Safrin about it....Right?" She wrinkles her nose, suddenly unsure, glancing at him for confirmation. "Would she even be the one for that sort of thing?"
Her gaze lifts, following the soft gleam of water in the ornate fountain as the quiet settles back in, and she hums her agreement to his last words. Digging into her pocket, she pulls out a little vial filled with sand and seawater from Torchline. With a small shrug—because honestly, if the fountain’s supposed to have magical properties a pinch of Torchline inside it shouldn’t hurt—she unstoppers it and tips the contents in, watching the grains swirl and vanish in the crystal flow.
Mateo’s dreamy picture of magical wardrobes coaxes a laugh from her, the sound bright enough to spill against the quiet trickling of the fountain. "How often do you think one of us would’ve opened the door to find a one-night stand hiding in there? Talk about traumatising." She’s still laughing as she nods along, curls bouncing. "But yes, as soon as I’m done with this task from Ludo, I’ll absolutely going to go see Safrin about it....Right?" She wrinkles her nose, suddenly unsure, glancing at him for confirmation. "Would she even be the one for that sort of thing?"
Her gaze lifts, following the soft gleam of water in the ornate fountain as the quiet settles back in, and she hums her agreement to his last words. Digging into her pocket, she pulls out a little vial filled with sand and seawater from Torchline. With a small shrug—because honestly, if the fountain’s supposed to have magical properties a pinch of Torchline inside it shouldn’t hurt—she unstoppers it and tips the contents in, watching the grains swirl and vanish in the crystal flow.
