Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
For a moment, he thinks that must be it. That she can whistle. It's certainly something to be proud of, he supposes, not everyone can whistle. Normally it's mastered as a kid, but maybe she'd finally gotten around to it.
Before he can work up the words to congratulate her, though his face is already a confused pattern of should I be impressed?, Spice shoots out of the dark. He doesn't quite understand what he's looking at, not at first. The little dragon’s glow bobs behind her, obscure in the dark with its unfamiliar shape and purpose. It's only when the first raft leaps into light that it clicks, Flora's sounds of delight at the seaside fire show spreading through him with a widening grin of understanding. "Did you two rehearse this?" he accuses, a laugh tumbling after, the joy of being with her unwilling to be contained, least of all when she’s been scheming.
The sound of his glee is cut short, strangling into a yell as the world abruptly tilts, sand claiming him as she flips on top. He exhales with the force of it, and though he's the one caught now, his smile races up in crooked victory at the sight of her taking the throne above him. His palms find her thighs, sliding up with slow intention from the bend of her knees back towards the curve of her ass. Fingers skim light across the anchor of her seat before seizing the dip of her hips in a firm, warm grip.
All the while, the firelight catches in her curls and ignites them into a halo, sparking with every shift of her arms and turning her body molten at the edges. The electric scatter of the ocean glints soft and low across the places shadow tries to claim. He’s always thought her beautiful, but in this moment she seems like something else entirely—made of flame and ocean and everything untouchable in between; a portrait of the sun sinking into the belly of the sea, bronze and blue and impossibly bright.
His features soften into devotion as his gaze climbs her, chest catching around his breath, the slow reveal of her skin striking him dumb for a heartbeat. "You're so gorgeous Flora," he sighs, utterly enraptured. "And fun, brilliant, and surprisingly stronger than you look." To which he laughs soft with memory of attempted escapes when she's grabbed him for some punishment he definitely hadn't earned at all. "I fall more in love with you every day."
Before he can work up the words to congratulate her, though his face is already a confused pattern of should I be impressed?, Spice shoots out of the dark. He doesn't quite understand what he's looking at, not at first. The little dragon’s glow bobs behind her, obscure in the dark with its unfamiliar shape and purpose. It's only when the first raft leaps into light that it clicks, Flora's sounds of delight at the seaside fire show spreading through him with a widening grin of understanding. "Did you two rehearse this?" he accuses, a laugh tumbling after, the joy of being with her unwilling to be contained, least of all when she’s been scheming.
The sound of his glee is cut short, strangling into a yell as the world abruptly tilts, sand claiming him as she flips on top. He exhales with the force of it, and though he's the one caught now, his smile races up in crooked victory at the sight of her taking the throne above him. His palms find her thighs, sliding up with slow intention from the bend of her knees back towards the curve of her ass. Fingers skim light across the anchor of her seat before seizing the dip of her hips in a firm, warm grip.
All the while, the firelight catches in her curls and ignites them into a halo, sparking with every shift of her arms and turning her body molten at the edges. The electric scatter of the ocean glints soft and low across the places shadow tries to claim. He’s always thought her beautiful, but in this moment she seems like something else entirely—made of flame and ocean and everything untouchable in between; a portrait of the sun sinking into the belly of the sea, bronze and blue and impossibly bright.
His features soften into devotion as his gaze climbs her, chest catching around his breath, the slow reveal of her skin striking him dumb for a heartbeat. "You're so gorgeous Flora," he sighs, utterly enraptured. "And fun, brilliant, and surprisingly stronger than you look." To which he laughs soft with memory of attempted escapes when she's grabbed him for some punishment he definitely hadn't earned at all. "I fall more in love with you every day."
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
