i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Flora’s already nodding as Mateo explains, the agreement coming easy at the thought of her skyship cutting through something as impossible as space, Spice curled somewhere bright and cold against the heat of it all, the image settling comfortably in her mind right up until— "Character building?" She stops dead, the shift so abrupt it almost pulls her balance with it, her head snapping toward him as her expression sharpens into something theatrically affronted, aqua eyes narrowing with exaggerated disbelief as if he’s just insulted her on a deeply personal level rather than suggested she float alone in the void. "What, you think I don’t have enough character?"
Flora rolls her eyes, the offence dissolving as she exhales through her nose and gives a small, dismissive flick of her hand."Fiiiiiiiine," she concedes, though it comes with the air of someone granting a favour rather than potentially playing rescuer, her gaze sliding after him as he starts to descend, her shoulders angling slightly as though she’s already bracing for the inevitable inconvenience of it. "If you fall and I have to drag you back up, I’m complaining the entire time, just so you know."
Just about to answer about what their dads may or might not have said, Flora's thoughts are cut off by more goddamn scream rain. Her reaction is immediate and instinctive, with her hands flying up to clamp over her eyes as the light burns through them anyway. "Mateo—" His name breaks out of her in a tight, breathless edge, her shoulders hunching as if she can make herself smaller against it, against the afterimage that won’t quite leave.
Flora rolls her eyes, the offence dissolving as she exhales through her nose and gives a small, dismissive flick of her hand."Fiiiiiiiine," she concedes, though it comes with the air of someone granting a favour rather than potentially playing rescuer, her gaze sliding after him as he starts to descend, her shoulders angling slightly as though she’s already bracing for the inevitable inconvenience of it. "If you fall and I have to drag you back up, I’m complaining the entire time, just so you know."
Just about to answer about what their dads may or might not have said, Flora's thoughts are cut off by more goddamn scream rain. Her reaction is immediate and instinctive, with her hands flying up to clamp over her eyes as the light burns through them anyway. "Mateo—" His name breaks out of her in a tight, breathless edge, her shoulders hunching as if she can make herself smaller against it, against the afterimage that won’t quite leave.
