you hate the crash, but you love the rush
One of Flora’s favourite sounds in the entire world is the way her name sometimes dies halfway out of Kaisel’s mouth, cut cleanly short by the press of her own lips. Whether it happens in laughter or heat hardly matters; the interruption itself fills her with a buoyant, irrepressible delight that bubbles up again now as he flops beside her. She turns her head toward him with a smile she makes no effort to hide, the expression running happily away with itself the longer she watches him catching his breath in the grass.
Her contentment lasts right up until he begins aggressively arranging the blanket. A long, theatrical groan escapes her as he shoves and nudges her aside, Flora complaining predictably under her breath even as she obligingly scoots. The moment the blanket is finally in place she undoes the protest by immediately snuggling against his side again, shoulder settling comfortably against him as though the whole ordeal had merely been an elaborate repositioning exercise.
Tilting her head back, she squints upward along with him, one eye closing as she lifts her own finger toward the stars and begins tracing imaginary letters in the air beside his. Where his shapes are firm and deliberate, Flora’s movements curl and loop with loose, cursive flourishes, her invisible script sweeping playfully through the twilight while she carefully writes out her answer beside his proposal. "Perfect," she whispers, the word soft with satisfaction.
She turns her head toward him then, intending to say something else, only to find herself caught by the copper of his eyes and the easy boyish curve of his smile. For a moment she simply stares, undone by it in that familiar, dangerous way, before abruptly rolling onto him with the unmistakable momentum of someone about to deliver a very enthusiastic kiss.
At the last possible second she veers off course; her hand darts instead for the basket that had spilled open nearby, and she plops it squarely onto his chest with cheerful disregard for his breathing before rummaging enthusiastically through its contents. A moment later she gasps with theatrical astonishment, eyes widening as though she’s uncovered buried treasure. "A whole block of cheese?" she demands, scandalised delight bubbling through her voice as she lifts it triumphantly. "You do love me."
~FIN
Her contentment lasts right up until he begins aggressively arranging the blanket. A long, theatrical groan escapes her as he shoves and nudges her aside, Flora complaining predictably under her breath even as she obligingly scoots. The moment the blanket is finally in place she undoes the protest by immediately snuggling against his side again, shoulder settling comfortably against him as though the whole ordeal had merely been an elaborate repositioning exercise.
Tilting her head back, she squints upward along with him, one eye closing as she lifts her own finger toward the stars and begins tracing imaginary letters in the air beside his. Where his shapes are firm and deliberate, Flora’s movements curl and loop with loose, cursive flourishes, her invisible script sweeping playfully through the twilight while she carefully writes out her answer beside his proposal. "Perfect," she whispers, the word soft with satisfaction.
She turns her head toward him then, intending to say something else, only to find herself caught by the copper of his eyes and the easy boyish curve of his smile. For a moment she simply stares, undone by it in that familiar, dangerous way, before abruptly rolling onto him with the unmistakable momentum of someone about to deliver a very enthusiastic kiss.
At the last possible second she veers off course; her hand darts instead for the basket that had spilled open nearby, and she plops it squarely onto his chest with cheerful disregard for his breathing before rummaging enthusiastically through its contents. A moment later she gasps with theatrical astonishment, eyes widening as though she’s uncovered buried treasure. "A whole block of cheese?" she demands, scandalised delight bubbling through her voice as she lifts it triumphantly. "You do love me."
~FIN
