is this the end of all the endings?
Flora's eyes roll so dramatically it’s a wonder they don’t get stuck there, a soft huff leaving her that sends her bangs shifting off her forehead as she squints at him. "It’s not like a cult," she mutters, voice dry but mischievous, the corner of her mouth twitching. "They’re just literally a different race. Of course things are different for them."
"Yeah, you wish—" she starts, quick and automatic when he calls himself a daddy, the tease already there on her tongue before it falters as he leans in, the space between them shrinking in a way that pulls her attention clean off track. Her heart kicks a little harder against her ribs, a quiet, traitorous reaction that brings a small, almost shy curve to her lips even as something warmer coils low in her stomach, before his fingers brush over the floral stones of her engagement ring, and just like that, the moment shifts.
She exhales softly through her nose, grounding again as she listens, her hand staying where it is beneath his, her thumb brushing once along his as he talks. It makes sense, because yeah, thinking you’d somehow fathered a child without even doing anything to cause it would be enough to knock anyone sideways.
When he says it wasn’t with her, though, something in her softens immediately, heat rising to her cheeks as she ducks her gaze, leaning in closer instead of away, her shoulder pressing into him as her attention drops to their hands, to the way his thumb traces over her ring. "Well," she says after a second, a sarcastic little laugh escaping her as she gives a small, conceding nod, "you already know how shit my upbringing was, so I definitely agree with you there."
Her nose wrinkles faintly, the expression pulling at her features in a way that’s more thoughtful than playful now. "And some kids just come out weird, y’know? Like they’re already haunted before you even get a chance to mess them up yourself." Even as she says it, her gaze lifts back up to him, aqua eyes settling on his copper ones, searching in a way that isn’t sharp or demanding, just..curious, like she’s turning the idea over in her mind and trying to see how it fits now, with him, with them, now that this is something real enough to actually consider.
"Yeah, you wish—" she starts, quick and automatic when he calls himself a daddy, the tease already there on her tongue before it falters as he leans in, the space between them shrinking in a way that pulls her attention clean off track. Her heart kicks a little harder against her ribs, a quiet, traitorous reaction that brings a small, almost shy curve to her lips even as something warmer coils low in her stomach, before his fingers brush over the floral stones of her engagement ring, and just like that, the moment shifts.
She exhales softly through her nose, grounding again as she listens, her hand staying where it is beneath his, her thumb brushing once along his as he talks. It makes sense, because yeah, thinking you’d somehow fathered a child without even doing anything to cause it would be enough to knock anyone sideways.
When he says it wasn’t with her, though, something in her softens immediately, heat rising to her cheeks as she ducks her gaze, leaning in closer instead of away, her shoulder pressing into him as her attention drops to their hands, to the way his thumb traces over her ring. "Well," she says after a second, a sarcastic little laugh escaping her as she gives a small, conceding nod, "you already know how shit my upbringing was, so I definitely agree with you there."
Her nose wrinkles faintly, the expression pulling at her features in a way that’s more thoughtful than playful now. "And some kids just come out weird, y’know? Like they’re already haunted before you even get a chance to mess them up yourself." Even as she says it, her gaze lifts back up to him, aqua eyes settling on his copper ones, searching in a way that isn’t sharp or demanding, just..curious, like she’s turning the idea over in her mind and trying to see how it fits now, with him, with them, now that this is something real enough to actually consider.
my broken bones are mending
