yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
The laugh that escapes Flora this time feels different, fuller somehow, like she hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until Soh’s words gave it somewhere safe to go, her grin breaking wide and bright across her face as she shakes her head, curls shifting with the motion. "That does sound exactly like something I’d do," she admits, the fondness in her voice unguarded now, before one shoulder lifts in an easy shrug. "Or maybe I could make the Sugartide fly that high so you’d have somewhere to land and wouldn’t have to carry my ass the whole way," she adds with a grin.
She leans into the hug without hesitation when Soh pulls her in, arms winding back around her best friend and this time when she exhales it’s long and heavy, the last of that tight, prickling tension finally loosening under the steady weight of reassurance. "Okay," she murmurs into Soh’s shoulder, "well, so long as it was just Colt trying to be hurtful, that I can deal with," adding a small, dismissive shrug even as she lingers there a moment longer than necessary, like she’s making sure the feeling sticks.
Pulling back just enough to look at her, Flora’s mouth curves into a crooked, conspiratorial smile, something warmer and lighter settling back into place now that the storm has passed. "As for the future," she huffs, rolling her eyes with theatrical disdain that feels much more like herself again, "fuck Colt and fuck the desert. Whatever comes next for you is going to be a billion times better than sunstroke and sand fleas."
She leans into the hug without hesitation when Soh pulls her in, arms winding back around her best friend and this time when she exhales it’s long and heavy, the last of that tight, prickling tension finally loosening under the steady weight of reassurance. "Okay," she murmurs into Soh’s shoulder, "well, so long as it was just Colt trying to be hurtful, that I can deal with," adding a small, dismissive shrug even as she lingers there a moment longer than necessary, like she’s making sure the feeling sticks.
Pulling back just enough to look at her, Flora’s mouth curves into a crooked, conspiratorial smile, something warmer and lighter settling back into place now that the storm has passed. "As for the future," she huffs, rolling her eyes with theatrical disdain that feels much more like herself again, "fuck Colt and fuck the desert. Whatever comes next for you is going to be a billion times better than sunstroke and sand fleas."
real big things I still gotta figure out
