flora
Flora’s curls are still damp, their ends clinging to the curve of her neck and leaving little salt-kissed traces down her shoulders. The torchlight throws everything in shades of molten gold and amber, catching the shimmer of droplets at her temples and the fine edge of the smile that hasn’t quite left her since the water. There’s a hum in her chest still—alcohol, laughter, adrenaline—blurring together into something that feels like joy stretched thin across her skin.
She balances the tray of drinks carefully in one hand, glass catching the light like a constellation in motion as she makes sure it’s perfectly centred. The other hand finds its way to Kai’s arm, fingers idly tracing damp circles against the warmth of his skin while her aqua eyes scan the crowd for the familiar silhouettes of the Maverick and the butcher.
"Okay," she says, tone bubbling with the kind of excitement that always precedes trouble. "You’re going to love them." Her smile widens, eyes sparkling as she looks up at him. "They're honestly two of my best friends."
The torch crackles beside them, its flame leaning toward the sea breeze, and Flora’s grin deepens as she glances toward the path leading from the party. "They did say this torch, right?" Wondering if perhaps she'd misheard and now her Ancients were standing somewhere wondering where she was.
She balances the tray of drinks carefully in one hand, glass catching the light like a constellation in motion as she makes sure it’s perfectly centred. The other hand finds its way to Kai’s arm, fingers idly tracing damp circles against the warmth of his skin while her aqua eyes scan the crowd for the familiar silhouettes of the Maverick and the butcher.
"Okay," she says, tone bubbling with the kind of excitement that always precedes trouble. "You’re going to love them." Her smile widens, eyes sparkling as she looks up at him. "They're honestly two of my best friends."
The torch crackles beside them, its flame leaning toward the sea breeze, and Flora’s grin deepens as she glances toward the path leading from the party. "They did say this torch, right?" Wondering if perhaps she'd misheard and now her Ancients were standing somewhere wondering where she was.
I hope you're wetting your appetite, finding your way into someone's eyes
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
