is this the end of all the endings?
Flora's eyes widen instantly, dramatically, like he’s just said the most outrageous thing she’s ever heard in her life, her head pulling back just enough to stare at him as a laugh bubbles up and spills out of her before she can stop it. "What???" she demands, the word bright and incredulous, her hand lifting slightly as if she’s about to argue this in a court of law. "You can’t tell me you haven’t seen some kids that just seem weird in a way that’s got nothing to do with their parents."
The look lingers, playful and insistent, before it softens under his next words in a way she doesn’t quite manage to hide, her body reacting before her brain catches up, a small squirm against him as his phrasing lands and sticks. "Ewwww," she says immediately, though it comes out half a laugh, half something else, her nose wrinkling as she tips her head slightly into the kiss he presses to her temple. "That’s such a weird way of putting it." Him making her a mother. Still, she doesn’t pull away.
If anything, she shifts, stretching herself partially over him instead of tucked into his side, her weight settling across him as she props herself up just enough to look down at him properly, her curls falling forward to frame her face. At the mention of a dragon, her expression sharpens again, her fingers tapping in a quick, warning rhythm against his chest. "You’d better get Spice’s approval first," she tells him, narrowing her eyes just slightly in mock seriousness, though the smile tugging at her mouth gives her away entirely, "or you’re going to be in so much trouble."
The look lingers, playful and insistent, before it softens under his next words in a way she doesn’t quite manage to hide, her body reacting before her brain catches up, a small squirm against him as his phrasing lands and sticks. "Ewwww," she says immediately, though it comes out half a laugh, half something else, her nose wrinkling as she tips her head slightly into the kiss he presses to her temple. "That’s such a weird way of putting it." Him making her a mother. Still, she doesn’t pull away.
If anything, she shifts, stretching herself partially over him instead of tucked into his side, her weight settling across him as she props herself up just enough to look down at him properly, her curls falling forward to frame her face. At the mention of a dragon, her expression sharpens again, her fingers tapping in a quick, warning rhythm against his chest. "You’d better get Spice’s approval first," she tells him, narrowing her eyes just slightly in mock seriousness, though the smile tugging at her mouth gives her away entirely, "or you’re going to be in so much trouble."
my broken bones are mending
