flora
With alcohol humming pleasantly through her blood, Flora feels soft around the edges, warm in all the right places. Having already jumped to the wrong conclusion once today about Kaisel wanting a threesome and being thoroughly convinced otherwise, she only shrugs at the idea of him having only ridden Charlie in dragon form. Still, her brows bounce teasingly, the glint in her aqua eyes far too amused for innocence.
But as his explanation unfolds, her expression softens, the brightness dimming—not because he'd been with Charlie naked—but at the mention of that stretch of silence between them. It had been ugly, brittle, and raw, something she doesn’t particularly want to remember. She squeezes his hand in an effort to let him know she wasn't upset about any of it, before offering a sly, almost conspiratorial smile. "I didn’t know you could draw," she says lightly, as though that’s the only detail worth clinging to, the rest already forgiven and folded away. "You'll have to do me sometime."
When Kai’s confusion meets Asta and Danta’s unflinching agreement, Flora can’t help it; she laughs, low and delighted, the sound spilling out like a slow pour of honey. Turning toward him, she tilts her head, eyes bright and fond. "You don’t have to if you don’t want to," she assures him, her tone as gentle as it is amused. Then, leaning in until her shoulder brushes his, her voice dips into a playful purr. "But it’s not like you’ve got anything to be ashamed of." Her gaze drips down his frame—slow, teasing, pausing pointedly on his shark-patterned boardshorts—before lifting again with a raised brow.
Wildering House looms ahead now, the lanterns and candles already lit, their glow spreading across the sand like spilled gold. The hot tub steams invitingly beside her pool, ringed with smooth stones and a barcart glinting with bottles and citrus slices ready for the taking. A small zoo of floating pool creatures—flamingos, encantados, a slightly deflated unicorn—bobs lazily in the water, bumping against one another as if greeting the returning queen.
Flora turns back to Kai, lifting his hand to her lips and pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his knuckles. "It just seems like so much unnecessary work to go put on a bathing suit," she muses, eyes sparkling as she glances toward the others. Her shrug is casual, the alcohol in her system making her forgetful of what Kaisel did and didn't know about her relationship with the Ancients. "It’s not like they haven’t seen me naked before anyway," she adds breezily.
But as his explanation unfolds, her expression softens, the brightness dimming—not because he'd been with Charlie naked—but at the mention of that stretch of silence between them. It had been ugly, brittle, and raw, something she doesn’t particularly want to remember. She squeezes his hand in an effort to let him know she wasn't upset about any of it, before offering a sly, almost conspiratorial smile. "I didn’t know you could draw," she says lightly, as though that’s the only detail worth clinging to, the rest already forgiven and folded away. "You'll have to do me sometime."
When Kai’s confusion meets Asta and Danta’s unflinching agreement, Flora can’t help it; she laughs, low and delighted, the sound spilling out like a slow pour of honey. Turning toward him, she tilts her head, eyes bright and fond. "You don’t have to if you don’t want to," she assures him, her tone as gentle as it is amused. Then, leaning in until her shoulder brushes his, her voice dips into a playful purr. "But it’s not like you’ve got anything to be ashamed of." Her gaze drips down his frame—slow, teasing, pausing pointedly on his shark-patterned boardshorts—before lifting again with a raised brow.
Wildering House looms ahead now, the lanterns and candles already lit, their glow spreading across the sand like spilled gold. The hot tub steams invitingly beside her pool, ringed with smooth stones and a barcart glinting with bottles and citrus slices ready for the taking. A small zoo of floating pool creatures—flamingos, encantados, a slightly deflated unicorn—bobs lazily in the water, bumping against one another as if greeting the returning queen.
Flora turns back to Kai, lifting his hand to her lips and pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his knuckles. "It just seems like so much unnecessary work to go put on a bathing suit," she muses, eyes sparkling as she glances toward the others. Her shrug is casual, the alcohol in her system making her forgetful of what Kaisel did and didn't know about her relationship with the Ancients. "It’s not like they haven’t seen me naked before anyway," she adds breezily.
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
