get my car door, isn't that sweet? then pull me to the backseat
Flora scarcely registers the way Kaisel squawks her name in all its various panicked little shapes, because her own delight is too loud, her heart hammering a bright, brutal rhythm against her ribs until the whole world seems to narrow into motion and colour and the absolutely impossible fact of what has just happened. She sees him come into view and doesn’t notice the paint drying in his hair, or the dust clinging to his TORCHLINE shirt, or the nails pinched between his fingers and the hammer still held aloft as if he’d come ready to fight either a ghost or a structural emergency, which honestly is very heroic and deeply on-brand, but not currently making it through the sparkling hurricane inside her skull.
"Kai!" she cries, incandescent with adrenaline as she flies toward him, her posture giving him exactly enough warning to brace before she launches herself into his arms, because whatever else is happening, whatever vows have just rooted themselves beneath her skin, whatever terrifying, glorious, star-bright future has cracked open in front of her, there is no version of this moment where she doesn’t need to be wrapped around him immediately. Her arms lock around his neck, legs winding tight around his waist, gold jewellery flashing as she clings to him with her curls tumbling loose and her face shining so brightly it might as well have stolen the blue candle flame from the shrine.
Through the bond, her emotions come rushing in like a happy ocean, bright and choppy and sunlit, all glittering crests and warm spray and the kind of reckless, wind-tossed joy that turns the whole horizon gold. It is excitement too large to hold neatly, a tide crashing hard enough to salt the air between them, and even as she peers down at him, breathless and wild-eyed, her hands are already sliding from the back of his neck to frame his face as if she needs him to understand this before the house shakes itself apart in celebration.
"Safrin was just here, and—!" She cuts herself off with a gasp, trying to catch enough air to make words happen in any sort of order, which is inconvenient because her thoughts are currently wearing heels and sprinting down a marble staircase. Her delighted expression twists suddenly wry, apology flickering through the shine of it without managing to dim her smile. "Okay, and I know I should have talked to you about this first, but it all happened so fast, and—" The bond detonates like a firework, Flora’s emotions suddenly smothered in gold and light, joy bursting hot and brilliant through every corner of her until it’s all champagne foam and sun on water and stars falling into the sea. "She made me a demigod!"
"Kai!" she cries, incandescent with adrenaline as she flies toward him, her posture giving him exactly enough warning to brace before she launches herself into his arms, because whatever else is happening, whatever vows have just rooted themselves beneath her skin, whatever terrifying, glorious, star-bright future has cracked open in front of her, there is no version of this moment where she doesn’t need to be wrapped around him immediately. Her arms lock around his neck, legs winding tight around his waist, gold jewellery flashing as she clings to him with her curls tumbling loose and her face shining so brightly it might as well have stolen the blue candle flame from the shrine.
Through the bond, her emotions come rushing in like a happy ocean, bright and choppy and sunlit, all glittering crests and warm spray and the kind of reckless, wind-tossed joy that turns the whole horizon gold. It is excitement too large to hold neatly, a tide crashing hard enough to salt the air between them, and even as she peers down at him, breathless and wild-eyed, her hands are already sliding from the back of his neck to frame his face as if she needs him to understand this before the house shakes itself apart in celebration.
"Safrin was just here, and—!" She cuts herself off with a gasp, trying to catch enough air to make words happen in any sort of order, which is inconvenient because her thoughts are currently wearing heels and sprinting down a marble staircase. Her delighted expression twists suddenly wry, apology flickering through the shine of it without managing to dim her smile. "Okay, and I know I should have talked to you about this first, but it all happened so fast, and—" The bond detonates like a firework, Flora’s emotions suddenly smothered in gold and light, joy bursting hot and brilliant through every corner of her until it’s all champagne foam and sun on water and stars falling into the sea. "She made me a demigod!"
no one's ever had me, not like you
