Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora’s head tips almost immediately as Kai says Soh had blown it out of proportion, her brows lifting in a way that’s less offended than it is pointed, like she’s lining his version up beside what she already knows and letting the comparison speak for itself. "Soh said you were being a bit of an idiot," she replies, not sharp so much as matter-of-fact, one shoulder lifting in a small, helpless sort of shrug as if she’s just the messenger here. "And that you were being super judgemental," she adds, eyes flicking over him with a look that’s just this side of unimpressed before her mouth presses into something that might’ve been a smile if it weren’t trying not to be. "Which—" her brows rise a fraction higher, "—I mean..that does kinda sound like what happened."
She doesn’t push it further than that, not yet, because he’s already moving, already shifting, and Flora’s attention follows him as he steps closer, her weight still angled on the stair above him so she has just enough height to look down at him properly, to hold that gaze a second longer; then he reaches for her, and just like that, the sharp edge of her folds. It doesn’t disappear, exactly, but it softens, loosens, something in her easing the second his hands find her shoulders, her own body leaning in without hesitation, closing the space between them like it had only ever been temporary. "Okay," she murmurs, quieter now, the word settling between them as she listens, her hands lifting almost absently to smooth his hair back from where it’s fallen, fingers combing through it with a familiarity that carries far more than the argument ever could.
She nods as he explains, slow and thoughtful, her expression shifting with it, the frustration reshaping into something more understanding. "I did say that to her too," she interrupts gently, thumb brushing along his temple as her hand lingers there. "That you were probably just surprised, and that you’d always been rooting for her and Koa, so.. yeah. It makes sense that you didn’t react perfectly right away."
There’s a small exhale from her, something softer, heavier, her gaze lifting to meet his fully, aqua settling into copper with a steadiness that feels far more intimate than anything raised voices could carry. For a second she just looks at him, something warm threading through the frustration like sunlight breaking through water, the kind of fondness that doesn’t get shaken loose by a fight like this. Her hands drift properly into his hair then, fingers threading through it as her mouth curves into a small, almost helpless smile.
"Babe," she says quietly, the word soft but full, "you know I feel the same way about things that you do." Her head tilts, curls slipping over her shoulder as she watches him, earnest and unflinching all at once. "If you died, I'd never move on. I’d bring you back like I did with Enzo, and if I couldn’t—" her lips press together briefly before she continues anyway, stubborn in it, "—I’d go to Mort’s realm, or I’d turn into some creepy witch until I finally died on my own." One hand lifts slightly, palm out, already anticipating whatever protest might be forming about her ending her life early to be with him, cutting it off before it can take shape, because that’s not the point and she’s not letting him drag them there.
"But," she continues, softer now, more careful, her hand returning to him, grounding them both again, "not everyone is like that." Her thumb brushes lightly along his jaw as she searches for the right way to say it without dulling the truth of it, her voice steady even as it gentles. "It’s the same thing that happened with Danta," she says, a small tilt of her head accompanying it. "Just because you see relationships a certain way doesn’t mean other people do, or that they have to." There’s the faintest flicker of a smile again, wry but warm. "Yeah, maybe it’s weird that Zavien moved on fast, but...neither of us has to date him, so who cares?"
She watches him as she says it, careful, deliberate, making sure it lands without turning into something sharper than she means it to be. "And for stuff like that—especially when someone’s excited about someone new—if they’re not asking your opinion?" her brows lift slightly, but not accusatorily. "It’s...really not the moment to give it."
The tension in her shoulders eases a little more as she exhales, one hand lifting to rub at her eye, the heel of her palm pressing there as she sighs into it, the earlier heat bleeding out into something quieter. "Soh’s not confrontational," she adds, lowering her hand again, gaze finding his. "If she’s already upset, she’s not going to stay and fight it out with you." Her mouth twists faintly, not quite a smile, not quite anything else. "So her leaving doesn’t really mean you handled it worse after that," she finishes, softer now, her hand settling back against him. "It probably just means she didn’t have it in her to keep going."
She doesn’t push it further than that, not yet, because he’s already moving, already shifting, and Flora’s attention follows him as he steps closer, her weight still angled on the stair above him so she has just enough height to look down at him properly, to hold that gaze a second longer; then he reaches for her, and just like that, the sharp edge of her folds. It doesn’t disappear, exactly, but it softens, loosens, something in her easing the second his hands find her shoulders, her own body leaning in without hesitation, closing the space between them like it had only ever been temporary. "Okay," she murmurs, quieter now, the word settling between them as she listens, her hands lifting almost absently to smooth his hair back from where it’s fallen, fingers combing through it with a familiarity that carries far more than the argument ever could.
She nods as he explains, slow and thoughtful, her expression shifting with it, the frustration reshaping into something more understanding. "I did say that to her too," she interrupts gently, thumb brushing along his temple as her hand lingers there. "That you were probably just surprised, and that you’d always been rooting for her and Koa, so.. yeah. It makes sense that you didn’t react perfectly right away."
There’s a small exhale from her, something softer, heavier, her gaze lifting to meet his fully, aqua settling into copper with a steadiness that feels far more intimate than anything raised voices could carry. For a second she just looks at him, something warm threading through the frustration like sunlight breaking through water, the kind of fondness that doesn’t get shaken loose by a fight like this. Her hands drift properly into his hair then, fingers threading through it as her mouth curves into a small, almost helpless smile.
"Babe," she says quietly, the word soft but full, "you know I feel the same way about things that you do." Her head tilts, curls slipping over her shoulder as she watches him, earnest and unflinching all at once. "If you died, I'd never move on. I’d bring you back like I did with Enzo, and if I couldn’t—" her lips press together briefly before she continues anyway, stubborn in it, "—I’d go to Mort’s realm, or I’d turn into some creepy witch until I finally died on my own." One hand lifts slightly, palm out, already anticipating whatever protest might be forming about her ending her life early to be with him, cutting it off before it can take shape, because that’s not the point and she’s not letting him drag them there.
"But," she continues, softer now, more careful, her hand returning to him, grounding them both again, "not everyone is like that." Her thumb brushes lightly along his jaw as she searches for the right way to say it without dulling the truth of it, her voice steady even as it gentles. "It’s the same thing that happened with Danta," she says, a small tilt of her head accompanying it. "Just because you see relationships a certain way doesn’t mean other people do, or that they have to." There’s the faintest flicker of a smile again, wry but warm. "Yeah, maybe it’s weird that Zavien moved on fast, but...neither of us has to date him, so who cares?"
She watches him as she says it, careful, deliberate, making sure it lands without turning into something sharper than she means it to be. "And for stuff like that—especially when someone’s excited about someone new—if they’re not asking your opinion?" her brows lift slightly, but not accusatorily. "It’s...really not the moment to give it."
The tension in her shoulders eases a little more as she exhales, one hand lifting to rub at her eye, the heel of her palm pressing there as she sighs into it, the earlier heat bleeding out into something quieter. "Soh’s not confrontational," she adds, lowering her hand again, gaze finding his. "If she’s already upset, she’s not going to stay and fight it out with you." Her mouth twists faintly, not quite a smile, not quite anything else. "So her leaving doesn’t really mean you handled it worse after that," she finishes, softer now, her hand settling back against him. "It probably just means she didn’t have it in her to keep going."
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
