Darling, you're the one I want
When the photo flutters down over them, Flora bursts into laughter, the sound bubbling up bright and helpless before tipping into an undignified little snort as she reaches up to peel the glossy square off their faces. Kaisel’s question about how he looks kissing her only makes her grin widen, aqua eyes sparkling as she studies the picture for a moment before flicking her gaze back to him with theatrical disbelief. "You clearly never spent hours in front of a mirror as a kid learning all your best angles," she says, widening her eyes dramatically as though the revelation is devastating.
Her amusement softens into something warmer as he sighs beside her, the blanket rumpled beneath them and the scattered photos glinting faintly in the twilight. When he mentions the next phase of planning, she inhales with exaggerated delight that’s only half performance, the grin that spreads across her face far too genuine to hide. She leans forward just as eagerly when he lifts the cracker sandwich toward her, mouth already opening to chomp the offered bite, only for the betrayal to unfold in real time as he diverts it back to himself. The second the cracker disappears into his mouth, Flora pounces.
Her hands land immediately at his sides, fingers digging in with ruthless precision as she attempts to tickle some decency back into him. Laughter spills out of her in uncontrollable bursts as she wriggles against him, determined in her assault. "Oh no you don’t," she manages between giggles, voice bright with mock outrage. "If you keep this up Soh and Koa are going to have to drag you down the aisle because you won’t have the use of your arms or legs!" She pauses just long enough to glare pointedly down at him, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "And NO," she adds firmly, wagging a finger at him with great seriousness, "not in the fun way either."
Before he can commit further culinary crimes, she reaches decisively for the basket and confiscates the crackers entirely, dragging them out of his reach with the righteous efficiency of someone restoring law and order. A moment later she assembles her own creation with solemn focus: a single cracker sandwiched between two dramatically thick slabs of cheese. Only once it’s complete does she glance back at him, holding her ridiculous masterpiece with quiet pride. "Did you still want to have it up in the Infinity Fields, do you think?" She asks, brushing crumbs from her fingers as she settles beside him again.
Her amusement softens into something warmer as he sighs beside her, the blanket rumpled beneath them and the scattered photos glinting faintly in the twilight. When he mentions the next phase of planning, she inhales with exaggerated delight that’s only half performance, the grin that spreads across her face far too genuine to hide. She leans forward just as eagerly when he lifts the cracker sandwich toward her, mouth already opening to chomp the offered bite, only for the betrayal to unfold in real time as he diverts it back to himself. The second the cracker disappears into his mouth, Flora pounces.
Her hands land immediately at his sides, fingers digging in with ruthless precision as she attempts to tickle some decency back into him. Laughter spills out of her in uncontrollable bursts as she wriggles against him, determined in her assault. "Oh no you don’t," she manages between giggles, voice bright with mock outrage. "If you keep this up Soh and Koa are going to have to drag you down the aisle because you won’t have the use of your arms or legs!" She pauses just long enough to glare pointedly down at him, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "And NO," she adds firmly, wagging a finger at him with great seriousness, "not in the fun way either."
Before he can commit further culinary crimes, she reaches decisively for the basket and confiscates the crackers entirely, dragging them out of his reach with the righteous efficiency of someone restoring law and order. A moment later she assembles her own creation with solemn focus: a single cracker sandwiched between two dramatically thick slabs of cheese. Only once it’s complete does she glance back at him, holding her ridiculous masterpiece with quiet pride. "Did you still want to have it up in the Infinity Fields, do you think?" She asks, brushing crumbs from her fingers as she settles beside him again.
in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams
