slow down, you're doing fine
Flora lifts her lashes at him in a slow, exaggerated flutter, the picture of wide-eyed innocence despite the unmistakable curve of mischief beneath it. A soft hum slips from her, the kind that pretends to be thoughtful while actually fanning the flames of whatever game he thinks he’s caught her in. And when Kaisel says he’ll just have to wait—when the unspoken when we’re married settles warmly between them—delight swells so visibly in her cheeks she has to tug her expression into something loftier just to keep from glowing outright.
She widens her eyes teasingly, as if baffled he’d make such a bold assumption. "Guess we’ll both have to wait and see then," she murmurs, the playfulness stretched silk-smooth across a truth she has no interest in denying. Gods, it almost makes her want to order spliced pineapple just so she can slide a ring onto his finger right here in this sticky breakfast booth and call him hers without even giving him time to swallow his first bite.
His thumb moving across her hand draws her attention back in with easy gravity, and she nods softly at his answer, letting the comfort of his reasoning settle around them. "It’s just weird," she says, her tone thoughtful rather than troubled. "My whole family are basically aliens, the same way The Family were." She turns to Kai fully then, aqua eyes blown comically wide as if she’s about to reveal a scandal of cosmic proportions. "Do you think that makes me part alien? Or is that not the sort of trait that gets passed down?" Her expression is earnest for exactly two seconds before amusement curls at the corner of her mouth, the question floating between them like a spark she’s waiting to see him catch.
She widens her eyes teasingly, as if baffled he’d make such a bold assumption. "Guess we’ll both have to wait and see then," she murmurs, the playfulness stretched silk-smooth across a truth she has no interest in denying. Gods, it almost makes her want to order spliced pineapple just so she can slide a ring onto his finger right here in this sticky breakfast booth and call him hers without even giving him time to swallow his first bite.
His thumb moving across her hand draws her attention back in with easy gravity, and she nods softly at his answer, letting the comfort of his reasoning settle around them. "It’s just weird," she says, her tone thoughtful rather than troubled. "My whole family are basically aliens, the same way The Family were." She turns to Kai fully then, aqua eyes blown comically wide as if she’s about to reveal a scandal of cosmic proportions. "Do you think that makes me part alien? Or is that not the sort of trait that gets passed down?" Her expression is earnest for exactly two seconds before amusement curls at the corner of her mouth, the question floating between them like a spark she’s waiting to see him catch.
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
