flora
Flora shrugs, the motion gentle but resigned. "They do now," she says simply, not offering more, because there’s nothing to fix and no need to paint over it. Storms were what they were. They didn’t care if they reminded her of heartbreak.
At his insistence that he had told her, her brow furrows with the kind of effort that tries to summon a memory from deep underwater. Nothing rises. She blinks, frowning slightly before shaking her head. "Gods, I must’ve forgotten—sorry," she says with a quiet laugh, lifting a hand briefly like she could wave away her own failure to recall.
When he offers the blanket, she waves it off with a soft smile. "Was just making sure you were covered," she murmurs, the glance she flicks down quick and unjudging. Just a quiet acknowledgement that she'd seen, and would help him stay covered if it was what he needed.
As his story unfolds, she chews at the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. "So do you just...walk around?" she asks gently. "You looked like you were trying to open something when you came in.' There’s no accusation in it. Just observation, like she’s offering him a piece of his own puzzle in case he needs it. Given he lived alone, maybe he didn't know what it was he got up to.
At his insistence that he had told her, her brow furrows with the kind of effort that tries to summon a memory from deep underwater. Nothing rises. She blinks, frowning slightly before shaking her head. "Gods, I must’ve forgotten—sorry," she says with a quiet laugh, lifting a hand briefly like she could wave away her own failure to recall.
When he offers the blanket, she waves it off with a soft smile. "Was just making sure you were covered," she murmurs, the glance she flicks down quick and unjudging. Just a quiet acknowledgement that she'd seen, and would help him stay covered if it was what he needed.
As his story unfolds, she chews at the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. "So do you just...walk around?" she asks gently. "You looked like you were trying to open something when you came in.' There’s no accusation in it. Just observation, like she’s offering him a piece of his own puzzle in case he needs it. Given he lived alone, maybe he didn't know what it was he got up to.
you're under the feeling like teenagers in cars
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
it ain't robbing or stealing if the moment is ours
