I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
The smug pulse that rolls through the bond is unmistakable, and Flora’s head tilts slowly to one side as she turns a narrowed look on her husband. Usually, that particular flavour of satisfaction belongs to her, bright and sharp and earned at someone else’s expense, but there’s no mistaking it when it comes from Kai instead. Whatever he’s thinking, he’d better fucking not, the tilt of her head says with all the silent severity she can muster, though the warning arrives a fraction too late to be useful.
The clatter from the house has her eyes widening just as the spirit comes for her, and she reacts on instinct, fingers scrambling for purchase against nothing but the warm, bare skin of Kai’s chest and shoulder, of course giving her absolutely nothing to hang onto. One moment she’s braced above him, the next she’s lifted clean into the air, limbs flailing as the traitorous apparition swings her away from the safety of his body and towards the pool. "ASSBORN!" Flora screams, but the word is swallowed at once beneath a riot of bubbles and cold water as she hits the surface hard enough to send it surging over the edge.
Kicking furiously towards the light, she breaks through with a gasp, curls plastered to her face and laughter already threatening to break apart the outrage she’s trying very hard to maintain. The bond is a glorious, ridiculous tangle of delight at being caught in such a perfect mess with the man she loves and the immediate, ironclad need not to let him win it. "YOU," she screeches, pointing one accusatory finger at him as though she might curse him straight from the water, "ARE SO DEAD." The threat gathers momentum with every determined stomp she takes toward the pool’s edge, slowed absurdly by the water clinging to her clothes and limbs, until she reaches the side and hauls her thoroughly waterlogged self up, dripping and furious and already plotting exactly how he’s going to pay for this, wondering vaguely how mad Ronin would be if she did call to him to bring her husband back from the dead if she made good on her threat.
The clatter from the house has her eyes widening just as the spirit comes for her, and she reacts on instinct, fingers scrambling for purchase against nothing but the warm, bare skin of Kai’s chest and shoulder, of course giving her absolutely nothing to hang onto. One moment she’s braced above him, the next she’s lifted clean into the air, limbs flailing as the traitorous apparition swings her away from the safety of his body and towards the pool. "ASSBORN!" Flora screams, but the word is swallowed at once beneath a riot of bubbles and cold water as she hits the surface hard enough to send it surging over the edge.
Kicking furiously towards the light, she breaks through with a gasp, curls plastered to her face and laughter already threatening to break apart the outrage she’s trying very hard to maintain. The bond is a glorious, ridiculous tangle of delight at being caught in such a perfect mess with the man she loves and the immediate, ironclad need not to let him win it. "YOU," she screeches, pointing one accusatory finger at him as though she might curse him straight from the water, "ARE SO DEAD." The threat gathers momentum with every determined stomp she takes toward the pool’s edge, slowed absurdly by the water clinging to her clothes and limbs, until she reaches the side and hauls her thoroughly waterlogged self up, dripping and furious and already plotting exactly how he’s going to pay for this, wondering vaguely how mad Ronin would be if she did call to him to bring her husband back from the dead if she made good on her threat.
and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
