I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
"But you always act so cool," Flora pleads from over his shoulder, her voice pitched sweetly enough that it might almost have counted as remorse if she wasn’t still laughing against him. The sound shakes through her, bunching her muscles and ruining every dramatic attempt to go limp in his arms, though that does not stop her hands from reaching down toward the shoddy waistband of his sweats with clear and immediate intent. If he is going to carry her to the pool like some sort of extremely attractive executioner, then really, it feels only fair that she should be allowed to create a few complications on the way.
Spice, wholly undeterred by Kaisel’s warning, continues her assault with the same logic Flora would have used in her place: if Flora is going down, it is only polite that he go downon with her. The little dragon’s icy breaths remain halfhearted, though, pale streams of frost skimming more near his feet than directly beneath them, because for all her loyalty there is a very real difference between kitchen tile and hard concrete. Flora, meanwhile, grows steadily more dramatic the closer they get to the water, her earlier attempts to drag his sweats down giving way to a frantic search for some softer, more vulnerable point of attack. The angle makes it nearly impossible to reach his ribs properly, but she does her best, fingers wriggling against whatever sensitive spots she can find while her laughter keeps breaking around half-formed protests.
The second he starts to run, all strategy disappears. The movement jolts through her with every slap of his feet against the stone, dragging broken little sounds from her as she bounces over his shoulder, one hand clutching at him while the other grabs at empty air. "No, please, no please have mercy, have—" Flora manages, breathless and bright with panic that is only half real, before the world tips and his hold shifts and she is peeled away from him with all the grace of a feral cat being introduced to bathwater.
The pool takes her in a splash of blue and white, swallowing her laughter for a second beneath the shock of cool water and the sudden, bubbling silence below the surface. Through the bond, what reaches him first is the helpless brightness of that laughter, followed by the warm surprise of impact as the water closes over her longjohns and shirt and sends her curls streaming around her face. When Flora resurfaces, she comes up gasping and grinning, her golden hair plastered dark against her head and water running down her cheeks as she immediately lifts one hand to point at him.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh," she warns, sounding like a comic book villain and narrowing her eyes at him with all the menace she can manage while treading water in soaked longjohns. Spice, apparently deciding that this is exactly the right moment to defend her fallen queen, answers before Flora can say anything else. A sharp blast of cold hits Kaisel at the small of his back, and the little dragon follows it a heartbeat later, darting straight between his shoulder blades with a determined shove of wings and claws meant to turn his victory stance into something much wetter. Flora’s pointing hand stays lifted from the pool, her grin widening with immediate, delighted approval as she watches the attempted plot-twist unfold.
Spice, wholly undeterred by Kaisel’s warning, continues her assault with the same logic Flora would have used in her place: if Flora is going down, it is only polite that he go down
The second he starts to run, all strategy disappears. The movement jolts through her with every slap of his feet against the stone, dragging broken little sounds from her as she bounces over his shoulder, one hand clutching at him while the other grabs at empty air. "No, please, no please have mercy, have—" Flora manages, breathless and bright with panic that is only half real, before the world tips and his hold shifts and she is peeled away from him with all the grace of a feral cat being introduced to bathwater.
The pool takes her in a splash of blue and white, swallowing her laughter for a second beneath the shock of cool water and the sudden, bubbling silence below the surface. Through the bond, what reaches him first is the helpless brightness of that laughter, followed by the warm surprise of impact as the water closes over her longjohns and shirt and sends her curls streaming around her face. When Flora resurfaces, she comes up gasping and grinning, her golden hair plastered dark against her head and water running down her cheeks as she immediately lifts one hand to point at him.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh," she warns, sounding like a comic book villain and narrowing her eyes at him with all the menace she can manage while treading water in soaked longjohns. Spice, apparently deciding that this is exactly the right moment to defend her fallen queen, answers before Flora can say anything else. A sharp blast of cold hits Kaisel at the small of his back, and the little dragon follows it a heartbeat later, darting straight between his shoulder blades with a determined shove of wings and claws meant to turn his victory stance into something much wetter. Flora’s pointing hand stays lifted from the pool, her grin widening with immediate, delighted approval as she watches the attempted plot-twist unfold.
and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
