your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora drifts through the dimmed halls of Wildering House with her arm slung easily around Kaisel’s waist, her bare feet silent against the cool stone where her heels had long since been abandoned somewhere between laughter and too many drinks, the echoes of the party still clinging faintly to her skin like salt after a swim. Her curls have half-fallen from their careful arrangement, soft blonde strands slipping loose to frame her face in a way that feels far more her than anything polished, and the sequins of her dress still catch what little light lingers, scattering it in quiet, tired glimmers with every step. There’s a softness to everything now, the house settling, the night exhaling, and yet something inside her is still bright, still buzzing, still wrapped up in the impossible fact of how loved she’d felt from the moment she stepped through the door.
She glances up at Kaisel as they walk, her expression open in a way she doesn’t always allow, all that sharpness from earlier dulled into something warm and unguarded, the kind of look that lingers just a second longer than necessary because she doesn’t quite know what to do with how much she feels. "I’m tired," she whines softly, the words drawn out with playful exaggeration as she leans a little more of her weight into him, though the curve of her smile gives her away instantly. "But I do not want this night to end."
Her grin blooms wider as she tips her face toward his, eyes bright and glassy with lingering champagne and something softer underneath, something steadier. "This was the best birthday I've ever had," she adds, the words quieter now but no less full, her fingers tightening just slightly at his side like she needs the contact to anchor it somewhere real, before her smile tilts into something more mischievous again. "I mean, future you is going to struggle to top this."
She glances up at Kaisel as they walk, her expression open in a way she doesn’t always allow, all that sharpness from earlier dulled into something warm and unguarded, the kind of look that lingers just a second longer than necessary because she doesn’t quite know what to do with how much she feels. "I’m tired," she whines softly, the words drawn out with playful exaggeration as she leans a little more of her weight into him, though the curve of her smile gives her away instantly. "But I do not want this night to end."
Her grin blooms wider as she tips her face toward his, eyes bright and glassy with lingering champagne and something softer underneath, something steadier. "This was the best birthday I've ever had," she adds, the words quieter now but no less full, her fingers tightening just slightly at his side like she needs the contact to anchor it somewhere real, before her smile tilts into something more mischievous again. "I mean, future you is going to struggle to top this."
