your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
She doesn’t need to be asked twice. The moment Kaisel’s fingers tug at hers, Flora lets herself be pulled, the tightness still knotted beneath her ribs loosening as she spins at his cue. Her laugh spills free like a gust of wind tearing through the tension, bright and breathless as she slides against him, curls bouncing loose from her pinned-up hair. She tucks herself beneath his arm with practiced ease, the movement instinctive now, as though her body recognises that wherever he is, she's already halfway home.
Her palm taps gently against his side, the touch affectionate and threaded with gratitude that she doesn’t voice—not yet—but holds in the curve of her smile instead. Whatever had been burning in the kitchen stays there, the heat of it left behind as they cross the threshold into the dining room, where lantern light dances against the glass and the air carries the scent of salt and citrus and something sweeter still.
"Mateeeoooo!" she calls out brightly, letting her voice stretch into the space like a ribbon unrolling through the air. Her grin sharpens as she glances up at Kaisel, mischief already gathering in her eyes. "Kaisel has a challenge for you," she adds, sing-song and dangerous, every syllable promising chaos, sugar, and maybe a gummy worm or two launched with enough force to qualify as a party trick.
Her palm taps gently against his side, the touch affectionate and threaded with gratitude that she doesn’t voice—not yet—but holds in the curve of her smile instead. Whatever had been burning in the kitchen stays there, the heat of it left behind as they cross the threshold into the dining room, where lantern light dances against the glass and the air carries the scent of salt and citrus and something sweeter still.
"Mateeeoooo!" she calls out brightly, letting her voice stretch into the space like a ribbon unrolling through the air. Her grin sharpens as she glances up at Kaisel, mischief already gathering in her eyes. "Kaisel has a challenge for you," she adds, sing-song and dangerous, every syllable promising chaos, sugar, and maybe a gummy worm or two launched with enough force to qualify as a party trick.
