Flora
Flora catches the look he gives her—mouth parted, eyes alight with all the sparks she’s tossed into that firepit of his mind—and she doesn’t say a word. Just winks. One smooth, slow blink full of promise and trouble, letting silence be the match that ignites every thought he’s already halfway down the road with. Whatever image he’s conjuring, she’d rather let it bloom unchecked. Let him imagine. Let him squirm a little. He deserves it.
At the jar commentary, she only shrugs, laughing as she tugs the blankets taut around the edge of the table. "If I’m mad at you," she warns sweetly, "tightening all the jars will be the first thing I do. Every single one. You’ll be crying into your dry toast for days." She doesn’t say anything about cleaning the rim, though, but her eyebrows shoot up like fireworks the second he says it, mouth twitching with restrained scandal, the joke sparking behind her teeth but held at bay.
The first pillow Kai throws hits her arm, the second nearly clips her hip, and the third lands squarely in her lap, prompting a yelp that’s more giggle than protest. "KAI!" she squeals, laughing breathlessly as she tries to catch them midair, twisting and rolling to protect the frame she’s spent the last five minutes finessing. "Slower! You’re gonna take out the whole west wing like it’s an overripe melon!"
Between scrambling and wheezing, she manages to line them into the curve of the inner wall, shoring up the corners and tucking the edges like she’s building a sanctuary for secrets and whispered truths. Her gold bracelets chime with every reach, her fingers moving quickly despite the chaos raining down around her. Then, without warning, her head pops through the centre of the structure, her hair full of static, wild golden curls clinging to the top of the blanket like rebellious seaweed caught in the tide. One aqua eye squints up at him through the makeshift skylight, the other hidden beneath the edge of fleece, her nose scrunched with mock fury.
"What kind of construction is this?" she demands, gesturing to the hole around her head. "We’re gonna get soaked when it rains, genius." Her voice is muffled by fabric but brimming with laughter, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering with every shade of mischief.
At the jar commentary, she only shrugs, laughing as she tugs the blankets taut around the edge of the table. "If I’m mad at you," she warns sweetly, "tightening all the jars will be the first thing I do. Every single one. You’ll be crying into your dry toast for days." She doesn’t say anything about cleaning the rim, though, but her eyebrows shoot up like fireworks the second he says it, mouth twitching with restrained scandal, the joke sparking behind her teeth but held at bay.
The first pillow Kai throws hits her arm, the second nearly clips her hip, and the third lands squarely in her lap, prompting a yelp that’s more giggle than protest. "KAI!" she squeals, laughing breathlessly as she tries to catch them midair, twisting and rolling to protect the frame she’s spent the last five minutes finessing. "Slower! You’re gonna take out the whole west wing like it’s an overripe melon!"
Between scrambling and wheezing, she manages to line them into the curve of the inner wall, shoring up the corners and tucking the edges like she’s building a sanctuary for secrets and whispered truths. Her gold bracelets chime with every reach, her fingers moving quickly despite the chaos raining down around her. Then, without warning, her head pops through the centre of the structure, her hair full of static, wild golden curls clinging to the top of the blanket like rebellious seaweed caught in the tide. One aqua eye squints up at him through the makeshift skylight, the other hidden beneath the edge of fleece, her nose scrunched with mock fury.
"What kind of construction is this?" she demands, gesturing to the hole around her head. "We’re gonna get soaked when it rains, genius." Her voice is muffled by fabric but brimming with laughter, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering with every shade of mischief.
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
