flora
When Kaisel tips his head back toward her, Flora snatches the offered angle for a quick kiss against his cheek before pulling away again with a primness that has no business surviving on his back. It’s the sort of retreat that suggests she might be scolded for distracting a very serious strategist from his very serious plans, though the pleased little warmth she sends down the bond gives the game away immediately.
She hums along as he lays out the essentials, nodding with an exaggerated gravity at each point: minimal clothes, leaning close, hanging on. Then a theatrical pulse of incredulity—no, jealousy—flickers from her side of the bond, bright and put-on enough to make the joke impossible to miss. Flora’s laugh curls into the crook of his neck, her lips brushing just beneath his ear as she murmurs, "well, good thing you have some experience with that," before punctuating the observation with a small nibble at his earlobe.
The sudden twirls steal the rest of her composure anyway, and Flora clutches more tightly around him, camera held secure against her chest as the beach fires smear into ribbons around them and his questionable encantado noises dissolve beneath her laughter. By the time the world settles itself back into something resembling straight lines, she’s grinning against the side of his neck. "Okay, okay," she says, breathless with amusement. "But have you given any thought to steering?"
She hums along as he lays out the essentials, nodding with an exaggerated gravity at each point: minimal clothes, leaning close, hanging on. Then a theatrical pulse of incredulity—no, jealousy—flickers from her side of the bond, bright and put-on enough to make the joke impossible to miss. Flora’s laugh curls into the crook of his neck, her lips brushing just beneath his ear as she murmurs, "well, good thing you have some experience with that," before punctuating the observation with a small nibble at his earlobe.
The sudden twirls steal the rest of her composure anyway, and Flora clutches more tightly around him, camera held secure against her chest as the beach fires smear into ribbons around them and his questionable encantado noises dissolve beneath her laughter. By the time the world settles itself back into something resembling straight lines, she’s grinning against the side of his neck. "Okay, okay," she says, breathless with amusement. "But have you given any thought to steering?"
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
