Darling, you're the one I want
The sharpness of Kai's command arrests her instantly. Flora freezes mid-motion as though someone has pressed pause on the entire universe, the cracker hovering halfway to her mouth while her lips remain parted around the edge of it. Her breath stops with equal commitment, chest held carefully still as her mind immediately jumps to the only logical explanation: there must be some horrifying bug somewhere on her person. Her eyes dart downward toward Kaisel, the only part of her that dares move, wide and suspicious as she tries to determine whether this is a life-or-death entomological emergency or simply one of his schemes.
As the camera appears followed by a little click, Flora exhales sharply through her nose, the breath she’s been holding escaping in a soft, indignant huff of laughter as her eyes roll skyward. "You," she accuses around the mouthful of cracker, the word carrying equal parts fondness and betrayal.
When he suddenly keels over beside her, announcing his arrival like an incoming meteor, she tips partway onto her side with him, sticking her tongue out dramatically while scrunching her nose at the camera as it snaps another photo. The moment grows progressively more chaotic as he wriggles closer, laughter bubbling helplessly out of her while the blanket bunches beneath them and the camera continues capturing whatever ridiculous shapes they collapse into next.
By the time he worms his way beneath her arms she’s laughing too hard to attempt to look cute for his polaroids anymore, her hands rising to cradle his chin as he tilts his face upward toward hers. She leans down and kisses him upside down, the contact quick and bright and slightly crooked from the angle, her laughter still vibrating softly through it as the camera inevitably catches that too.
As the camera appears followed by a little click, Flora exhales sharply through her nose, the breath she’s been holding escaping in a soft, indignant huff of laughter as her eyes roll skyward. "You," she accuses around the mouthful of cracker, the word carrying equal parts fondness and betrayal.
When he suddenly keels over beside her, announcing his arrival like an incoming meteor, she tips partway onto her side with him, sticking her tongue out dramatically while scrunching her nose at the camera as it snaps another photo. The moment grows progressively more chaotic as he wriggles closer, laughter bubbling helplessly out of her while the blanket bunches beneath them and the camera continues capturing whatever ridiculous shapes they collapse into next.
By the time he worms his way beneath her arms she’s laughing too hard to attempt to look cute for his polaroids anymore, her hands rising to cradle his chin as he tilts his face upward toward hers. She leans down and kisses him upside down, the contact quick and bright and slightly crooked from the angle, her laughter still vibrating softly through it as the camera inevitably catches that too.
in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams
