with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Sunlight paints the Kaiholo Port in warm gold, the air bright and humming after so many days of rain. Sails flutter lazily from the masts; puddles shimmer in the seams of the cobblestones, refusing to dry completely. Flora, in a gauzy wrap the colour of seafoam and shorts that catch the light like wet sand, drifts through the chaos. Her curls are pinned up today, a few soft strands escaping to brush the curve of her neck, and her gold jewellery gleams faintly even through the glamour of invisibility.
She spots Callum easily—there’s something about the way he moves, loose and alert all at once, like a cat pretending it isn’t hunting. It makes her grin, and with a twist of her invisibility ring, she ghosts closer, her sandals silent against the stone, the faint scent of jasmine and citrus trailing behind her like a secret.
"Hello, you," she purrs from somewhere just over his shoulder, fingers brushing teasingly along his arm before slipping away again. Her laughter follows, bright as the hels overhead, mischievous and familiar. "Guess who?"
She spots Callum easily—there’s something about the way he moves, loose and alert all at once, like a cat pretending it isn’t hunting. It makes her grin, and with a twist of her invisibility ring, she ghosts closer, her sandals silent against the stone, the faint scent of jasmine and citrus trailing behind her like a secret.
"Hello, you," she purrs from somewhere just over his shoulder, fingers brushing teasingly along his arm before slipping away again. Her laughter follows, bright as the hels overhead, mischievous and familiar. "Guess who?"
