yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora feels the shift before Sunjata even finishes settling against the wall; the way the air changes around him, the way the red light turns heavier rather than warm, as if Wildering House itself tilts an ear toward them. Apprehension climbs her spine like a cold tide, slow and unwelcome, and she forces herself not to grip his arm or demand answers too quickly. She remembers their earlier conversation instantly, the worry he’d swallowed down so neatly she’d almost believed him, But now it spills through the cracks.
When he says still not home, something tightens under her ribs. Her arms fold around herself without thinking, palms rubbing lightly up and down her biceps as though she can smooth away the sudden prickle of cold threading through her chest. Her curls shift with the movement, brushing her shoulders in soft, restless arcs. "I hadn’t heard from her," she says quietly, blinking up at him with worry widening her aqua eyes. "But I thought she was just—" Flora swallows, shrugging helplessly, [says]"—wrapped up in something again. Like she does. Research or building something new, or..."
But saying it aloud doesn’t soothe her at all; it only makes the wrongness crystallise. Hotaru disappearing for a few weeks was normal. This...wasn’t.
Her gaze lifts to Sunjata’s face again, sharper now, threading earnest concern through every line of her expression. "Have you asked Frey?" The question escapes her in a low breath, half hope, half plea. "They’d have to know if she was alright, wouldn’t they?"
When he says still not home, something tightens under her ribs. Her arms fold around herself without thinking, palms rubbing lightly up and down her biceps as though she can smooth away the sudden prickle of cold threading through her chest. Her curls shift with the movement, brushing her shoulders in soft, restless arcs. "I hadn’t heard from her," she says quietly, blinking up at him with worry widening her aqua eyes. "But I thought she was just—" Flora swallows, shrugging helplessly, [says]"—wrapped up in something again. Like she does. Research or building something new, or..."
But saying it aloud doesn’t soothe her at all; it only makes the wrongness crystallise. Hotaru disappearing for a few weeks was normal. This...wasn’t.
Her gaze lifts to Sunjata’s face again, sharper now, threading earnest concern through every line of her expression. "Have you asked Frey?" The question escapes her in a low breath, half hope, half plea. "They’d have to know if she was alright, wouldn’t they?"
real big things I still gotta figure out
