it ain't no crime, it's just dreams we're stealin'
Flora’s mouth pulls to the side as she considers it, though it’s less consideration and more the slow, deliberate winding-up of contradiction, her fingers still worrying the edge of the quartz as if she might polish it into something useful while she dismantles Kais' entire premise piece by piece. "Okay, but there’s no way he was perfectly symmetrical aside from his eyes," she says, the gummy worm shifting from one cheek to the other as she speaks, already shaking her head. "What about freckles? What about being left-handed or right-handed? What about when you get sick and air only comes out of one side of your nose?" Her own nose wrinkles at that, the expression immediate and vivid, as though she can feel the phantom annoyance of it, and she exhales a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “
As Kaisel's legs settle around her, she immediately shifts forward with a small, scooch that tucks her more fully into the space he’s made without ever acknowledging that she’s done it, resettling beneath the ridiculous sprawl of blanket and ghosts and candlelight. The room feels warmer like this, or maybe just closer, her earlier skepticism already dissolving into something lighter as she rolls her eyes again at his insistence, lifting one hand in a half-hearted little gesture as if swearing an oath she has no intention of respecting. "I dOn't KeEp AnY oF thIs EnErgY," she repeats, though it’s rushed and uneven and clearly lacking whatever ceremonial weight he’s trying to assign to it, her brows bouncing again the second she’s finished as her attention snaps back to him, bright and expectant. "Okay, ready for mine?"
As Kaisel's legs settle around her, she immediately shifts forward with a small, scooch that tucks her more fully into the space he’s made without ever acknowledging that she’s done it, resettling beneath the ridiculous sprawl of blanket and ghosts and candlelight. The room feels warmer like this, or maybe just closer, her earlier skepticism already dissolving into something lighter as she rolls her eyes again at his insistence, lifting one hand in a half-hearted little gesture as if swearing an oath she has no intention of respecting. "I dOn't KeEp AnY oF thIs EnErgY," she repeats, though it’s rushed and uneven and clearly lacking whatever ceremonial weight he’s trying to assign to it, her brows bouncing again the second she’s finished as her attention snaps back to him, bright and expectant. "Okay, ready for mine?"
anything to get more of this feeling
