Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora feels it before he says it—the shape of something finished but not quite exhausted, the way silence settles when there’s nothing left that needs saying but a thousand things that still could be—and she exhales softly, the sound quieter now, gentler, her fingers lingering for just a moment longer against him before she pulls back enough to look up. "Hey," she says, not sharp, not urgent, just steady, like she’s placing something down between them with care, "if there’s ever anything I can do...tell me, okay?" Whether as a psuedo adopted daughter, or a leader, or even just as Flora.
But when he says that she is like the daughter he never had, it hits like sunlight breaking through something she hadn’t realized had been overcast, sudden and warm and a little bit blinding. For a second she doesn’t have words for it, just the feeling rising up too fast, too bright, something like a laugh and a shout and a holy shit all tangled together behind her ribs. When she finally looks up at him, it’s all there anyway, in the starshine of her eyes and the crooked, almost disbelieving smile tugging at her lips, her heart too full to be subtle about it even if she tried. "Well," she says, voice catching somewhere between amused and something softer, "both of my dads kinda were forced into having me, so.." She huffs out a small, breathy laugh, shaking her head just slightly. "You have no idea how nice it is to feel chosen by someone."
The moment lingers just long enough to settle into something she can carry with her before it shifts again, lighter now, easier, and when he pulls back she lets him, beaming up at him like she hasn’t just had her entire chest quietly rearranged. "Yeah," she agrees quickly, the energy returning in a brighter, more familiar way as she glances toward the counter. "Let’s bring out some water." She laughs under her breath, eyes widening in exaggerated emphasis as she adds, "Those Blue Torchers were strong," already reaching for a tray and beginning to gather glasses, the motion easy and purposeful as she slips back into the rhythm of the party without quite letting go of what just passed between them.
~FIN
But when he says that she is like the daughter he never had, it hits like sunlight breaking through something she hadn’t realized had been overcast, sudden and warm and a little bit blinding. For a second she doesn’t have words for it, just the feeling rising up too fast, too bright, something like a laugh and a shout and a holy shit all tangled together behind her ribs. When she finally looks up at him, it’s all there anyway, in the starshine of her eyes and the crooked, almost disbelieving smile tugging at her lips, her heart too full to be subtle about it even if she tried. "Well," she says, voice catching somewhere between amused and something softer, "both of my dads kinda were forced into having me, so.." She huffs out a small, breathy laugh, shaking her head just slightly. "You have no idea how nice it is to feel chosen by someone."
The moment lingers just long enough to settle into something she can carry with her before it shifts again, lighter now, easier, and when he pulls back she lets him, beaming up at him like she hasn’t just had her entire chest quietly rearranged. "Yeah," she agrees quickly, the energy returning in a brighter, more familiar way as she glances toward the counter. "Let’s bring out some water." She laughs under her breath, eyes widening in exaggerated emphasis as she adds, "Those Blue Torchers were strong," already reaching for a tray and beginning to gather glasses, the motion easy and purposeful as she slips back into the rhythm of the party without quite letting go of what just passed between them.
~FIN
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
