candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora nods, lips twitching as if to swallow a laugh at the mention of failed experiments, and for a moment she doesn’t think twice about the sound of Niki’s cane clattering softly against the counter. It’s only when it vanishes that she turns, eyebrows lifting in delighted surprise. "Oh, I bet it will," she says, laughter threading through her voice. "You’ll go looking for it one day, convinced you’ve lost it, while it’s literally right there in your hand."
Her grin widens as he nudges her, shoulder bumping gently against his. "Two seasons, yes," she concedes, tone playfully dramatic. "But I'm only counting this one as having kidnapped you for it, since it's basically impossible to get back to the Greatwood on your own right now."
The kettle clicks off again, and as she pours the water into his mug, her expression softens. "It does feel different, though," she admits quietly, leaning her hip against the counter. "Having everyone here. It makes me—" she hesitates, the word "happy "coming out on a sigh before she can overthink it. "I didn’t really have that growing up. Because of my dad and Ronin and, well...everything, people were always kind of kept apart."
She trails off, eyes flicking up to his, and for a heartbeat she looks almost shy before the spark returns—bright and mischievous, the way dawn breaks after a long night. "Oh! But when you do go," she exclaims suddenly, brows arching as excitement bubbles through her voice, "you’ll have to come back to meet my twin. Or maybe we can come up and see you." A conspiratorial gleam lights her expression as she leans in just a touch closer, aqua eyes wide and alive. "I think I finally have everything I need to ask Mort for him back."Just don't ask what because WHO KNOWS
Her grin widens as he nudges her, shoulder bumping gently against his. "Two seasons, yes," she concedes, tone playfully dramatic. "But I'm only counting this one as having kidnapped you for it, since it's basically impossible to get back to the Greatwood on your own right now."
The kettle clicks off again, and as she pours the water into his mug, her expression softens. "It does feel different, though," she admits quietly, leaning her hip against the counter. "Having everyone here. It makes me—" she hesitates, the word "happy "coming out on a sigh before she can overthink it. "I didn’t really have that growing up. Because of my dad and Ronin and, well...everything, people were always kind of kept apart."
She trails off, eyes flicking up to his, and for a heartbeat she looks almost shy before the spark returns—bright and mischievous, the way dawn breaks after a long night. "Oh! But when you do go," she exclaims suddenly, brows arching as excitement bubbles through her voice, "you’ll have to come back to meet my twin. Or maybe we can come up and see you." A conspiratorial gleam lights her expression as she leans in just a touch closer, aqua eyes wide and alive. "I think I finally have everything I need to ask Mort for him back."
