flora
She can feel it, the way Kaisel hums with a surprising amount of restraint beneath her. Not loud, not sharp, but there, like a current pressed too tight beneath the skin, seeking somewhere to go. Flora shifts slightly and nudges her shoulder against his, wanting to ground him with the soft rhythm of her weight before her fingers curl gently around his. Without ceremony, she lifts his hand and presses a kiss to the space just above his knuckles, warm and steady. "It was a long time ago," she murmurs, the kind of phrase people always say when it still lives too close to the surface but there's nothing to be done about it.
But when her gaze flickers toward the slight, cracking curve of his smile, she leans up and presses another kiss there too, right at the corner of his mouth where emotion lingers longest. Then she sinks back into him, their limbs all tangled again, her cheek pressed just above the steady thrum of his heart as she gazes up through the makeshift canopy. Her lashes cast delicate shadows over her cheekbones, her body draped across his like a crown worn sideways.
"Careful," she warns with a snort, her voice featherlight with laughter. "You tell me to twist your arm, and I will." Her grin widens, eyes darting up to catch his again. "Don’t forget how freakishly strong I am." The star still stuck to her forehead catches the light as she grins, gleaming like a misplaced crown jewel. Her smile softens, cheek nestling back against him as she shifts just enough to keep the ceiling in view; the stars above them pulsing with their soft, plastic glow, a whole universe spun from his hands.
So when he speaks again, cryptic and earnest in the way only Kaisel can be, she blinks at him for a moment, her expression folding into fond amusement. She assumes by squinting moments he means ones that don't require scrutiny, ones that aren't terribly difficult in a way that requires close attention. Her head lifts from his chest, and her brows bounce with theatrical innocence as she leans close enough for her grin to nearly brush his mouth. "I could ruin it for you," she offers sweetly. "If you want your squinty-moments to stay rare and precious, I could call Spice in to test out our defenses." Pulling the star from her forehead, Flora will place it against Kaisel's chest, above his heart. "Then again, I do really like this," she adds softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Are you still afraid of the dark?" Flora murmurs, shifting just enough to press her nose lightly against his collarbone as she settles back against him.
But when her gaze flickers toward the slight, cracking curve of his smile, she leans up and presses another kiss there too, right at the corner of his mouth where emotion lingers longest. Then she sinks back into him, their limbs all tangled again, her cheek pressed just above the steady thrum of his heart as she gazes up through the makeshift canopy. Her lashes cast delicate shadows over her cheekbones, her body draped across his like a crown worn sideways.
"Careful," she warns with a snort, her voice featherlight with laughter. "You tell me to twist your arm, and I will." Her grin widens, eyes darting up to catch his again. "Don’t forget how freakishly strong I am." The star still stuck to her forehead catches the light as she grins, gleaming like a misplaced crown jewel. Her smile softens, cheek nestling back against him as she shifts just enough to keep the ceiling in view; the stars above them pulsing with their soft, plastic glow, a whole universe spun from his hands.
So when he speaks again, cryptic and earnest in the way only Kaisel can be, she blinks at him for a moment, her expression folding into fond amusement. She assumes by squinting moments he means ones that don't require scrutiny, ones that aren't terribly difficult in a way that requires close attention. Her head lifts from his chest, and her brows bounce with theatrical innocence as she leans close enough for her grin to nearly brush his mouth. "I could ruin it for you," she offers sweetly. "If you want your squinty-moments to stay rare and precious, I could call Spice in to test out our defenses." Pulling the star from her forehead, Flora will place it against Kaisel's chest, above his heart. "Then again, I do really like this," she adds softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Are you still afraid of the dark?" Flora murmurs, shifting just enough to press her nose lightly against his collarbone as she settles back against him.
you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart
you're either falling in love or falling apart
