flora
Flora’s laughter falters, her smile catching mid-curve when the words “dicks floating around my girlfriend” hit the air. There’s still warmth in her cheeks from the drink, still a trace of that easy glow clinging to her, but something sharper flickers through it; bewilderment, a faint what the fuck? that flashes across her aqua eyes before she can temper it.
As Asta and Danta drift ahead toward the house, her focus narrows entirely to Kai. The pull of his hand tightens between them, and she feels the tension in it—coiled, deliberate—nothing like the usual touch that tugs her closer just to tease or anchor her. His voice has changed too. It's pitched low, but not with the sort of rumble that sends shivers down her spine, but just tight with strain. She stares up at him, confused and trying to bridge the gap between his discomfort and what she’d thought was harmless fun.
"Wait," she says after a breath, blinking as though she’s missed a step in a conversation that shouldn’t be this complicated. "Is this about you not wanting to, or you not wanting me to?" Her tone isn’t biting, just cautious, a hand on the railing of something suddenly steep.
When he throws out the quip about them drawing her naked, she exhales a quick huff of laughter that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, shaking her head. "No," she says simply, the word landing softer than her confusion feels. But the seriousness follows right after, sinking into her features as the teasing ebbs away entirely. "Kai…" she starts, searching his face for something she can read, something that doesn’t twist this light, ridiculous night into a fight. Her voice drops, low and even. "Do you really want to talk about this right now?" The question isn’t a dare, it’s an opening. A quiet ask for him to tell her just how big this hill they were on suddenly was, and if she was meant to get a medkit for him to make his final stand here.
As Asta and Danta drift ahead toward the house, her focus narrows entirely to Kai. The pull of his hand tightens between them, and she feels the tension in it—coiled, deliberate—nothing like the usual touch that tugs her closer just to tease or anchor her. His voice has changed too. It's pitched low, but not with the sort of rumble that sends shivers down her spine, but just tight with strain. She stares up at him, confused and trying to bridge the gap between his discomfort and what she’d thought was harmless fun.
"Wait," she says after a breath, blinking as though she’s missed a step in a conversation that shouldn’t be this complicated. "Is this about you not wanting to, or you not wanting me to?" Her tone isn’t biting, just cautious, a hand on the railing of something suddenly steep.
When he throws out the quip about them drawing her naked, she exhales a quick huff of laughter that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, shaking her head. "No," she says simply, the word landing softer than her confusion feels. But the seriousness follows right after, sinking into her features as the teasing ebbs away entirely. "Kai…" she starts, searching his face for something she can read, something that doesn’t twist this light, ridiculous night into a fight. Her voice drops, low and even. "Do you really want to talk about this right now?" The question isn’t a dare, it’s an opening. A quiet ask for him to tell her just how big this hill they were on suddenly was, and if she was meant to get a medkit for him to make his final stand here.
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
