I'd burn my house down just to hear them scream my name
Flora bounces her eyebrows at that, grin flashing bright and immediate across her face in a way that makes it obvious she has absolutely already thought of blackmail as an option and is pleased Ronin has caught up.
At the mention of rescue, though, her smile shifts slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching as she recalls the conversation she’d had with Melita. "Yeah, about that..." she says, and the words come with a small sigh as she glances away for a moment. "I don’t think I ever realized how inconvenient it could be to be channelled, especially when you’re pulled out of something important, so..." Lifting her aqua eyes back to Ronin, Flora steps forward and wraps her arms around him in a hug. "For all the times I never said thank you...thank you."
Straightening as he asks about her memory magic again, Flora raises a brow before shrugging and nodding, letting the magic pull at whatever memory Ronin is already thinking of. Across the sand, the image plays out in vivid, impossible detail: her twin brothers strutting toward the Northaven in identical yellow and green rain jackets despite having been babies only hours before, all bright blues and dark, messy hair and identical faces. "Wh—" Flora starts, eyes widening as Ronin says they did it themselves, blinking stupidly while the memory continues.
It shifts to the boys on the deck, demanding to know where Remi’s shadow is, before skipping ahead to show them passed out in bed. Flora watches the whole thing with her mouth slightly parted, and when she finally looks up at Ronin again, mischief and amusement are bright across her features. "They did it all themselves?" she repeats, even though he has just said exactly that, then her grin turns wicked and adoring all at once. "Oh, you two are so fucked."
At the mention of rescue, though, her smile shifts slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching as she recalls the conversation she’d had with Melita. "Yeah, about that..." she says, and the words come with a small sigh as she glances away for a moment. "I don’t think I ever realized how inconvenient it could be to be channelled, especially when you’re pulled out of something important, so..." Lifting her aqua eyes back to Ronin, Flora steps forward and wraps her arms around him in a hug. "For all the times I never said thank you...thank you."
Straightening as he asks about her memory magic again, Flora raises a brow before shrugging and nodding, letting the magic pull at whatever memory Ronin is already thinking of. Across the sand, the image plays out in vivid, impossible detail: her twin brothers strutting toward the Northaven in identical yellow and green rain jackets despite having been babies only hours before, all bright blues and dark, messy hair and identical faces. "Wh—" Flora starts, eyes widening as Ronin says they did it themselves, blinking stupidly while the memory continues.
It shifts to the boys on the deck, demanding to know where Remi’s shadow is, before skipping ahead to show them passed out in bed. Flora watches the whole thing with her mouth slightly parted, and when she finally looks up at Ronin again, mischief and amusement are bright across her features. "They did it all themselves?" she repeats, even though he has just said exactly that, then her grin turns wicked and adoring all at once. "Oh, you two are so fucked."
I've carried hopes & heavy day dreams, but i'm all done with sleepin'
