Flora
The door of the lighthouse creaks softly behind her as Flora steps out, the air warm and heavy with the promise of yet another rainstorm. Her sundress is a stubborn splash of brightness against the grey sky, light fabric stirring around her thighs as the wind runs curious fingers through it. Her curls are a tangled, salt-damp crown, the kind of frizz that only happens after getting caught in a downpour and choosing not to care about it in the slightest. Gold rings glitter on her fingers as she brushes a curl off her cheek, their shine picked up by the moody light.
She picks her way down the slope from the shrine, toes sinking into the cool, pale sand; Aumakua always feels half like a dream, all sky and sea and stars blurring together. The shape on the shoreline catches her eye: boots abandoned, tequila bottle hanging loose, posture familiar in a way that tugs at her memory. Colt.
Flora's smile sparks instantly, bright as the glint off the water. She lifts a hand over her head in an easy wave. "Hey!" she calls, voice carrying cleanly across the surf. As she comes closer, sand clinging to her ankles like bracelets, she tips her head, curls falling forward with the motion. "Well this is convenient," she says, amusement threading through her tone as she slows to a stop just beside her. "I was literally about to send you a letter."
She picks her way down the slope from the shrine, toes sinking into the cool, pale sand; Aumakua always feels half like a dream, all sky and sea and stars blurring together. The shape on the shoreline catches her eye: boots abandoned, tequila bottle hanging loose, posture familiar in a way that tugs at her memory. Colt.
Flora's smile sparks instantly, bright as the glint off the water. She lifts a hand over her head in an easy wave. "Hey!" she calls, voice carrying cleanly across the surf. As she comes closer, sand clinging to her ankles like bracelets, she tips her head, curls falling forward with the motion. "Well this is convenient," she says, amusement threading through her tone as she slows to a stop just beside her. "I was literally about to send you a letter."
I don't like that falling feels like flying
'til the bone crush
'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
