yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora crosses back toward the shelves to help, grabbing a stack of books and lowering them into the bag Soh has opened. She keeps her attention firmly on the task, sliding the volumes in without lingering on the titles or the weathered covers; ancient maritime tomes she had tracked down piece by piece, each chosen specifically for Jack.
Soh’s laughter draws a snicker from Flora, and she shakes her head as she reaches for another armful. "here were some explosions later that night,"she says, as though that explains anything at all, before shrugging. "So maybe cannon fodder?" Another book disappears into the bag. "I know Koa and Kai like to prank each other," she adds with a casual flick of her shoulder. "So it could have just been that, but still, I can't picture you out doing that sort of thing on a Friday night."
The last of the shelf clears, and Flora straightens with a quiet sigh, her gaze drifting slowly across the room—over the desk, the couch, the chest, the lingering absence where the bottled ships once stood—and for a moment she simply stands there, before closing her eyes. "Spirits?" she calls lightly into the house. When she opens them again, her gaze slides down the corridor as though listening to something only she can hear. She nods once, satisfied, before glancing back to Soh with a small tilt of her head. "Can you finish this up?" she asks. "Soh and I need a drink."
There is a faint stir in the air of the room behind them, the sort that suggests the house has accepted the assignment. Flora slips her arm through Sohalia’s and gently tugs her toward the hallway. "Come on," she says with a crooked grin returning to her lips. "Those margaritas are calling."
~FIN
Soh’s laughter draws a snicker from Flora, and she shakes her head as she reaches for another armful. "here were some explosions later that night,"she says, as though that explains anything at all, before shrugging. "So maybe cannon fodder?" Another book disappears into the bag. "I know Koa and Kai like to prank each other," she adds with a casual flick of her shoulder. "So it could have just been that, but still, I can't picture you out doing that sort of thing on a Friday night."
The last of the shelf clears, and Flora straightens with a quiet sigh, her gaze drifting slowly across the room—over the desk, the couch, the chest, the lingering absence where the bottled ships once stood—and for a moment she simply stands there, before closing her eyes. "Spirits?" she calls lightly into the house. When she opens them again, her gaze slides down the corridor as though listening to something only she can hear. She nods once, satisfied, before glancing back to Soh with a small tilt of her head. "Can you finish this up?" she asks. "Soh and I need a drink."
There is a faint stir in the air of the room behind them, the sort that suggests the house has accepted the assignment. Flora slips her arm through Sohalia’s and gently tugs her toward the hallway. "Come on," she says with a crooked grin returning to her lips. "Those margaritas are calling."
~FIN
real big things I still gotta figure out
