I'd burn my house down just to hear them scream my name
Flora hums softly against Ronin, who feels, as he so often does, like carved marble made flesh; impossible and warm all at once, built for war and somehow still capable of wrapping around her like nothing in the world could touch her without getting through him first. "Well," she murmurs, quieter now, "I still appreciate it."
As the illusion continues to play out across the sand, Flora watches lime and lemon busy themselves through the memory with open delight, happily allowing herself to enjoy Ronin’s suffering now that it has become entertaining rather than immediately alarming. There is something deeply, wonderfully satisfying about seeing him look so helpless in the face of two tiny boys who have apparently decided to skip several years of childhood on their own schedule, and she shakes her head, lips curving as the twins move from beach to deck to bed.
Then Ronin turns the chaos back on her; the mention of the cannon has Flora blinking, surprise cutting straight through her amusement. Her eyes go wide, her mouth dropping open in a comically confused little shape as the pieces slide into place. "WHAT," she mutters flatly, before raking her fingers through her curls with a weighty sigh, looking suddenly every inch the queen who has just realized there are now two more walking disasters loose in Torchline. "Why would they do that?"
As the illusion continues to play out across the sand, Flora watches lime and lemon busy themselves through the memory with open delight, happily allowing herself to enjoy Ronin’s suffering now that it has become entertaining rather than immediately alarming. There is something deeply, wonderfully satisfying about seeing him look so helpless in the face of two tiny boys who have apparently decided to skip several years of childhood on their own schedule, and she shakes her head, lips curving as the twins move from beach to deck to bed.
Then Ronin turns the chaos back on her; the mention of the cannon has Flora blinking, surprise cutting straight through her amusement. Her eyes go wide, her mouth dropping open in a comically confused little shape as the pieces slide into place. "WHAT," she mutters flatly, before raking her fingers through her curls with a weighty sigh, looking suddenly every inch the queen who has just realized there are now two more walking disasters loose in Torchline. "Why would they do that?"
I've carried hopes & heavy day dreams, but i'm all done with sleepin'
