is this the end of all the endings?
Flora rolls her eyes so hard in Remi’s direction it’s a miracle they stay in her skull. "Yeah, yeah," she mutters, watching him rise with the innocent grace of a man who has absolutely just been caught mid-gossip and is trying to deflect with dimples and manners. Her arms fold tight beneath her chest as she swings her glare to Mateo next, her gold rings catching the flicker of candlelight like warning bells.
"Kai is a good guy," she declares, chin tilting up with sisterly fire. "He's sweet, and funny, and—" she waves a hand as if to say there were a thousand things more to add. "And you better get used to him, because he is not going anywhere." The ghost thing barely earns a shrug. "So what if he’s a little spooky-sensitive? I like that about him. Makes it easier to scare him." A trait Flora abused almost anytime she could hear him coming down the hall.
She flashes Mateo a grin that’s all mischief and teeth, until he lands a low blow she hadn't been expecting. "WH—" she starts, full of scandal and betrayal as her mouth drops open. "Ughh!" The sound leaves her in an exaggerated puff as she spins on her heel, stalking back toward the kitchen like a woman on a mission to rescue her beloved from certain doom.
She fully expects to round the corner and find Kaisel tied to a chair with Ronin shining a light in his eyes while Remi asks leading questions about his intentions. She’s already rehearsing her dramatic monologue in his defence when, oh. Everything in the kitchen is...fine. Kaisel is still upright, Ronin still has his eyebrows, and there are shrimp on the counter that haven’t been weaponised. Spice looks smug, Sugar is still a decorative hat. Everything looks...weirdly good. Domestic. Adorable, even.
Flora’s steps slow to a halt, caught between surprise and vindication, before she glances over her shoulder just long enough to shoot her brother a look. It’s pure fuck you and see? I win, her smile a little too satisfied as she re-enters the fray like she’s never left it.
"Soooooooooooo, how are things going in here?"
"Kai is a good guy," she declares, chin tilting up with sisterly fire. "He's sweet, and funny, and—" she waves a hand as if to say there were a thousand things more to add. "And you better get used to him, because he is not going anywhere." The ghost thing barely earns a shrug. "So what if he’s a little spooky-sensitive? I like that about him. Makes it easier to scare him." A trait Flora abused almost anytime she could hear him coming down the hall.
She flashes Mateo a grin that’s all mischief and teeth, until he lands a low blow she hadn't been expecting. "WH—" she starts, full of scandal and betrayal as her mouth drops open. "Ughh!" The sound leaves her in an exaggerated puff as she spins on her heel, stalking back toward the kitchen like a woman on a mission to rescue her beloved from certain doom.
She fully expects to round the corner and find Kaisel tied to a chair with Ronin shining a light in his eyes while Remi asks leading questions about his intentions. She’s already rehearsing her dramatic monologue in his defence when, oh. Everything in the kitchen is...fine. Kaisel is still upright, Ronin still has his eyebrows, and there are shrimp on the counter that haven’t been weaponised. Spice looks smug, Sugar is still a decorative hat. Everything looks...weirdly good. Domestic. Adorable, even.
Flora’s steps slow to a halt, caught between surprise and vindication, before she glances over her shoulder just long enough to shoot her brother a look. It’s pure fuck you and see? I win, her smile a little too satisfied as she re-enters the fray like she’s never left it.
"Soooooooooooo, how are things going in here?"
my broken bones are mending
