ditch the clowns, get the crown
Flora’s already halfway bent over when the laughter hits her again, sharper this time, her shoulders hitching as she drags in a breath that doesn’t quite make it where it’s supposed to go, one hand braced uselessly against her side while the other lifts to swipe at her eyes, smearing away tears that only seem to come back faster, the whole world blurring into something bright and unsteady where Melita stands somewhere in the middle of it.
Another burst escapes her before she can stop it, breath catching on the edge of it as she forces herself upright in pieces, sucking in air like it’s a task she has to remember how to do, her curls a mess around her face as she blinks rapidly, trying to clear her vision enough to actually see anything through the sheen of it.
"Absolutely not—?" she manages, the words pitching upward in disbelief that immediately fractures again as a laugh slips through the middle of it, her head shaking hard enough to send loose strands flying. "I thought Safrin would show up and we could, like, shoot something and then rain confetti down on everyone or something, but that—"
It dissolves there, her eyes widening dramatically as the image catches up with her all over again, the sheer absurdity of it landing fresh, and she presses her lips together like that might help, like she can physically contain it this time, which lasts all of a second before she breaks again, laughter spilling out bright and helpless.
"That felt like seeing something illegal," she adds, breathless and incredulous, one hand lifting as if to gesture toward the empty stretch of sea where the god of life had just.. politely exploded, her grin stretching wide despite herself as she shakes her head again, still trying—and failing—to get fully back under control, because what the fuck.
Another burst escapes her before she can stop it, breath catching on the edge of it as she forces herself upright in pieces, sucking in air like it’s a task she has to remember how to do, her curls a mess around her face as she blinks rapidly, trying to clear her vision enough to actually see anything through the sheen of it.
"Absolutely not—?" she manages, the words pitching upward in disbelief that immediately fractures again as a laugh slips through the middle of it, her head shaking hard enough to send loose strands flying. "I thought Safrin would show up and we could, like, shoot something and then rain confetti down on everyone or something, but that—"
It dissolves there, her eyes widening dramatically as the image catches up with her all over again, the sheer absurdity of it landing fresh, and she presses her lips together like that might help, like she can physically contain it this time, which lasts all of a second before she breaks again, laughter spilling out bright and helpless.
"That felt like seeing something illegal," she adds, breathless and incredulous, one hand lifting as if to gesture toward the empty stretch of sea where the god of life had just.. politely exploded, her grin stretching wide despite herself as she shakes her head again, still trying—and failing—to get fully back under control, because what the fuck.
Flora
baby i'm the one to beat
