it ain't no crime, it's just dreams we're stealin'
Flora is already folded into the absurdity of their plan by the time Kaisel reaches for her hand again, the oversized floral oodie swallowing her whole like something soft and overgrown. The hood stays up despite the heat of the candles, framing her face in a way that makes her look far too pleased with herself for someone allegedly trying not to get haunted, and the gummy worm between her teeth stretches dangerously as she chews, her gaze drifting over the barricade of sage and salt and silver like she’s assessing whether it’s impressive or deeply embarrassing and landing, quite comfortably, on both.
When Kai repeats the rule again, she lets him take her hand without resistance, though her fingers curl just enough around his in a way that suggests she’s indulging him rather than absorbing anything of actual use, her eyes already rolling skyward as if the ceiling might offer a second opinion on how many times a person can say the same thing before it becomes a curse in itself. Reaching for the quartz with her free hand, she turns it slowly between her fingers, catching candlelight in its edges while she hums out something that might be agreement if anyone were generous enough to call it that, before letting her gaze slide back to him with a flicker of something bright and conspiratorial. "Okay, okay, I got it," she says, the words easy and unbothered, though her brows lift and fall in a quick, playful bounce that gives her away entirely. "Do you want to go first, or me?"
When Kai repeats the rule again, she lets him take her hand without resistance, though her fingers curl just enough around his in a way that suggests she’s indulging him rather than absorbing anything of actual use, her eyes already rolling skyward as if the ceiling might offer a second opinion on how many times a person can say the same thing before it becomes a curse in itself. Reaching for the quartz with her free hand, she turns it slowly between her fingers, catching candlelight in its edges while she hums out something that might be agreement if anyone were generous enough to call it that, before letting her gaze slide back to him with a flicker of something bright and conspiratorial. "Okay, okay, I got it," she says, the words easy and unbothered, though her brows lift and fall in a quick, playful bounce that gives her away entirely. "Do you want to go first, or me?"
anything to get more of this feeling
