is this the end of all the endings?
Flora nods with grave, queenly satisfaction as Ronin confirms the frankly historic bravery of her restraint, her chin lifting as if she’s accepting applause from an invisible council. The first few compliments land exactly where they’re supposed to, brightening her smile until it goes all sunshine-over-water and smugly delighted, but then her aqua eyes narrow as she clocks the trajectory of Ronin’s gaze and the unmistakable devotional pull of his hands toward the pastry rather than, you know, his actual daughter. Rolling her eyes, Flora shoves the pie out toward him with a huff. "I hope you two will be very happy together."
There’s no real bite in it, not with the way she leans into the kiss against her cheek for half a second before slipping farther inside. She flicks a quick look toward Remi as he appears, her grin already climbing back into place. "Heya," she mouths first, quieter than her actual voice, and then, because she has never in her life been accused of letting sweetness sit unprotected for too long, she adds softly, "Wow, everyone looks very alive in here. Huge win for the Taliesin household."
She plops down onto the couch near Remi with exaggerated care that is still, somehow, very much a plop, arranging herself at an angle that lets her peer down into the bassinet where Carlo and Calan sleep bundled together. "I’ve been goooooooooood," Flora says, drawing the word out as she glances from the twins back up to Remi, stretching it with the sort of careful brightness that absolutely means there are details and she has arranged them in the most dramatic order possible. "Busy, obviously." Her fingers smooth over one of her rings as she shifts before her attention cuts toward Ronin with sudden, glittering emphasis. "Oh, I channelled Safrin the other day but got Vi," she says, widening her eyes at him. "So that was interesting. Melita shot him with a cannon."
There’s no real bite in it, not with the way she leans into the kiss against her cheek for half a second before slipping farther inside. She flicks a quick look toward Remi as he appears, her grin already climbing back into place. "Heya," she mouths first, quieter than her actual voice, and then, because she has never in her life been accused of letting sweetness sit unprotected for too long, she adds softly, "Wow, everyone looks very alive in here. Huge win for the Taliesin household."
She plops down onto the couch near Remi with exaggerated care that is still, somehow, very much a plop, arranging herself at an angle that lets her peer down into the bassinet where Carlo and Calan sleep bundled together. "I’ve been goooooooooood," Flora says, drawing the word out as she glances from the twins back up to Remi, stretching it with the sort of careful brightness that absolutely means there are details and she has arranged them in the most dramatic order possible. "Busy, obviously." Her fingers smooth over one of her rings as she shifts before her attention cuts toward Ronin with sudden, glittering emphasis. "Oh, I channelled Safrin the other day but got Vi," she says, widening her eyes at him. "So that was interesting. Melita shot him with a cannon."
my broken bones are mending
