Sohalia
This was not a task that Soh would ever allow Flora to tackle alone, and so she stood beside her best friend in the hall, staring at a door that felt both bigger and smaller than she might have imagined. She imagined that if she looked hard enough, there would be dust motes falling from the handle as the key turned in the lock, the room long since tucked away and almost, but not quite, forgotten. "You can love Kai with everything you have and this room can still make you sad," she pointed out softly. "You're allowed to mourn, you know." Not, perhaps, Jack's loss - but that she had given so much of herself for so long to a man with whom she didn't really fit.
They stepped through the doorway and into a room with a stunning view of the sea. Large windows took up the far wall of the room, and Soh paused long enough to admire the waves crashing on the beach and the distant horizon line before turning her gaze to everything else the room contained. A desk, antique and beautiful, containing small ships inside bottles that meant little to Soh but would probably mean a great deal to someone more seaworthy than her. A dark leather couch that she didn't want to inspect too closely for fear that her imagination might run away with her. A heavy chest near the desk that somehow Soh imagined contained treasure of some kind. A box labelled 'sex swing' that she pointedly ignored.
It was all meticulously designed to appeal to someone's very specific tastes. Just from standing in the room, Soh rather thought she knew more about Jack now than she had five minutes prior, and this after Flora had detailed their relationship more than once.
Flora's voice brought Soh back to the moment, and she looked around at the sadness in it. Frowning, Soh stepped towards the Doubletake, gently nudging their shoulders together like Flora had done so many times before to bring Soh out of her own head. "Hey," she said gently. "We can take this as slow as you need to, okay?"
They stepped through the doorway and into a room with a stunning view of the sea. Large windows took up the far wall of the room, and Soh paused long enough to admire the waves crashing on the beach and the distant horizon line before turning her gaze to everything else the room contained. A desk, antique and beautiful, containing small ships inside bottles that meant little to Soh but would probably mean a great deal to someone more seaworthy than her. A dark leather couch that she didn't want to inspect too closely for fear that her imagination might run away with her. A heavy chest near the desk that somehow Soh imagined contained treasure of some kind. A box labelled 'sex swing' that she pointedly ignored.
It was all meticulously designed to appeal to someone's very specific tastes. Just from standing in the room, Soh rather thought she knew more about Jack now than she had five minutes prior, and this after Flora had detailed their relationship more than once.
Flora's voice brought Soh back to the moment, and she looked around at the sadness in it. Frowning, Soh stepped towards the Doubletake, gently nudging their shoulders together like Flora had done so many times before to bring Soh out of her own head. "Hey," she said gently. "We can take this as slow as you need to, okay?"
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
