your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora had spent the better part of half an hour stretched across the bed like a cat in the sun, offering running commentary on each outfit Kaisel tried. Every time he emerged from the bathroom, she’d purred something encouraging—too sweet, too serious, gods yes, marry that shirt immediately—until he finally landed on the blue knit. Then she’d pulled herself upright, curled her fingers in his collar, and murmured that if he wore that to dinner, she couldn’t promise she’d let him keep it on.
By the time they descend the staircase, her laughter still lingers in the air like perfume. She’s dressed down—black jeans, white crop top, bare feet—but the gold glinting from her wrists and throat turns casual into effortless glamour. Her curls are pinned up haphazardly, a few bright strands spilling down to brush his arm as she leans into him, practically wrapped around his side as they round the corner into the living room.
"Ooohhh, burn Mateo," she drawlsjust like Alexis, her voice bright and teasing, grin flashing wide enough to match the stained glass light spilling through the skylight above.
Somewhere beyond, the sound of metal clattering and draconic chatter filters from the kitchen, where Spice has joined Sugar in assisting Ronin.
When Kaisel shifts beside her—his polite, eager question about helping Ronin hanging in the air—she tilts her head toward him, aqua eyes catching his with the same soft sparkle they always hold just for him. Leaning closer, her voice drops to a whisper meant for him alone, warm as seafoam against his ear. "Want me to come?" she murmurs, a smile curving at the corner of her mouth; playful, but threaded through with quiet affection that makes the question sound more like we’ve got this, than anything else.
By the time they descend the staircase, her laughter still lingers in the air like perfume. She’s dressed down—black jeans, white crop top, bare feet—but the gold glinting from her wrists and throat turns casual into effortless glamour. Her curls are pinned up haphazardly, a few bright strands spilling down to brush his arm as she leans into him, practically wrapped around his side as they round the corner into the living room.
"Ooohhh, burn Mateo," she drawls
Somewhere beyond, the sound of metal clattering and draconic chatter filters from the kitchen, where Spice has joined Sugar in assisting Ronin.
When Kaisel shifts beside her—his polite, eager question about helping Ronin hanging in the air—she tilts her head toward him, aqua eyes catching his with the same soft sparkle they always hold just for him. Leaning closer, her voice drops to a whisper meant for him alone, warm as seafoam against his ear. "Want me to come?" she murmurs, a smile curving at the corner of her mouth; playful, but threaded through with quiet affection that makes the question sound more like we’ve got this, than anything else.
