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Kaisel's already to Melita when the shape vanishes—one blink she’s there, sprawled and glowing like something painted into the sea—and the next she’s simply gone, as if the ocean grew tired of holding her. A wave lifts Flora high enough to see Kaisel, now standing alone in the surf with nothing but the dark around him and water rippling where the Honeybee had just been.
Flora slows, treading water a few lengths away, her curls plastered to her cheek, breath still tight in her lungs. Her brow furrows as she scans the spot again, eyes flicking to the faintest shimmer of bioluminescent streaks disturbed by motion, then to Kaisel’s outstretched hand where he'd just touched her. Confusion gives way to something warier. Her voice is quiet at first, almost cautious, as she floats a little closer, the swell of a wave tilting her gently toward him.
"Did you..." she starts, then hesitates, trying not to let anything sharpen the edges of her tone. Not quite an accusation, just trying to understand. Her brows knit as she squints into the dark. "Did you just channel another girl?"
Maybe all of Kai's comments about knives had been him testing the waters about a threesome after all.
Flora slows, treading water a few lengths away, her curls plastered to her cheek, breath still tight in her lungs. Her brow furrows as she scans the spot again, eyes flicking to the faintest shimmer of bioluminescent streaks disturbed by motion, then to Kaisel’s outstretched hand where he'd just touched her. Confusion gives way to something warier. Her voice is quiet at first, almost cautious, as she floats a little closer, the swell of a wave tilting her gently toward him.
"Did you..." she starts, then hesitates, trying not to let anything sharpen the edges of her tone. Not quite an accusation, just trying to understand. Her brows knit as she squints into the dark. "Did you just channel another girl?"
Maybe all of Kai's comments about knives had been him testing the waters about a threesome after all.
