flora
Flora rolls her eyes with a huff of laughter, though it rings a little hollow still, echoing faintly with the ache that hasn’t quite left her chest. "Heartbreak’ll do that to you," she mutters, flashing Soh a lopsided smile that’s trying hard to be normal. Trying, and almost managing.
The moment Soh teases about her being demigod material, Flora immediately wrinkles her nose with dramatic flair, shaking her head so vigorously that her curls bounce around her shoulders. "Absolutely not," she says with exaggerated horror. But she hums thoughtfully at the idea of full transformations, nodding with a dreamy sort of expression as her gaze flicks toward the waterfall. "Okay, but yes, that would be so fun. You’d never have to get ready again. Just wake up and bam—new hair, glowing skin, dramatic eyeliner already done. Gods, I’d save hours."
Beaming down at her friend, Flora gives Soh’s hand a squeeze before rising to her feet, the oversized shawl slipping slightly off one shoulder as she stretches. "Okay. I’m gonna go grab more blankets and snacks from the Sugartide," she announces, already stepping barefoot over the meadow grass with her usual swing of hips and glint of gold at her wrists.
She disappears into the dark for a few minutes, the sound of distant rummaging and the clink of bottles echoing faintly across the glade. When she returns, it’s with a half-stuffed bag thrown over one shoulder, bursting with extra blankets, at least three kinds of cheese, a fresh bottle of wine, and something suspiciously chocolate. Her smile returns in full force as she drops it beside the blanket with an exaggerated thud. "Emergency provisions," she declares, and with that, she plops down beside Soh again, the flickering lantern casting soft light over both of them as the glacial water rises and falls in impossible rhythm just beyond their reach.
~FIN
The moment Soh teases about her being demigod material, Flora immediately wrinkles her nose with dramatic flair, shaking her head so vigorously that her curls bounce around her shoulders. "Absolutely not," she says with exaggerated horror. But she hums thoughtfully at the idea of full transformations, nodding with a dreamy sort of expression as her gaze flicks toward the waterfall. "Okay, but yes, that would be so fun. You’d never have to get ready again. Just wake up and bam—new hair, glowing skin, dramatic eyeliner already done. Gods, I’d save hours."
Beaming down at her friend, Flora gives Soh’s hand a squeeze before rising to her feet, the oversized shawl slipping slightly off one shoulder as she stretches. "Okay. I’m gonna go grab more blankets and snacks from the Sugartide," she announces, already stepping barefoot over the meadow grass with her usual swing of hips and glint of gold at her wrists.
She disappears into the dark for a few minutes, the sound of distant rummaging and the clink of bottles echoing faintly across the glade. When she returns, it’s with a half-stuffed bag thrown over one shoulder, bursting with extra blankets, at least three kinds of cheese, a fresh bottle of wine, and something suspiciously chocolate. Her smile returns in full force as she drops it beside the blanket with an exaggerated thud. "Emergency provisions," she declares, and with that, she plops down beside Soh again, the flickering lantern casting soft light over both of them as the glacial water rises and falls in impossible rhythm just beyond their reach.
~FIN
& someone else lights up the room; people love an ingénue
will you still want me when i'm nothing new?
will you still want me when i'm nothing new?
