slow down, you're doing fine
Flora’s beaming softens into something quieter but no less radiant, the sparkle in her eyes settling into a warm, steady glow as she looks up at him. Even with the bruising still fading from his face, he’s beautiful to her in this moment; content, hopeful, whole in a way she rarely gets to see him and her heart swells with it. "Do you have any plans yet?" she asks, voice lilting with gentle curiosity. "For how you’re going to do it, I mean. Or.." Her fingers drift over the surface of the water, catching little swells of warmth between them. "If I can help at all, just let me know." The offer is bright, earnest, a little breathless with excitement; not just because proposals are magical, but because it’s him and Danta, and she wants their moment to be perfect.
A ripple of thought crosses her mind then, unbidden and soft: Kaisel, his voice low as he’d murmured about futures and possibilities; flashes of recent conversations that had left her warm for hours afterward. The quiet delight that fills her at the idea of marriage, of something lasting and fiercely chosen, brushes through her like a warm tide. But she tucks it aside just as quickly, pushing that glimmer of selfish joy away so she can focus on the man beside her—on his joy, his future, his steady healing.
Her hum is bright and pleased as she leans more comfortably against him, fingertips drifting lazily through the bubbles. "Good, I'm glad," she says softly. "When we get out, there’s tea inside or some dark cherry liqueur inside to further aid with healing."
A ripple of thought crosses her mind then, unbidden and soft: Kaisel, his voice low as he’d murmured about futures and possibilities; flashes of recent conversations that had left her warm for hours afterward. The quiet delight that fills her at the idea of marriage, of something lasting and fiercely chosen, brushes through her like a warm tide. But she tucks it aside just as quickly, pushing that glimmer of selfish joy away so she can focus on the man beside her—on his joy, his future, his steady healing.
Her hum is bright and pleased as she leans more comfortably against him, fingertips drifting lazily through the bubbles. "Good, I'm glad," she says softly. "When we get out, there’s tea inside or some dark cherry liqueur inside to further aid with healing."
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
