Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora is more than happy to be jostled along beside him, tucked against Kai’s side in a jacket most Halovians would probably consider better suited to Deepfrost than Flowerbirth but she refuses to care. Halo has never once rewarded bravery where temperature is concerned, and if her husband wants to complain about Big Hot Spring propaganda while doubling as a portable source of warmth, she’s perfectly content to let him. Laughing, she squeezes his arm beneath hers. "Even if they aren’t, the healing water feels incredible to soak in."
Once the basket is set down and Kai starts pulling off his shirt, however, Flora’s priorities shift with impressive speed. She makes absolutely no effort to undress, instead settling back on one heel to watch him with shameless approval as more skin appears. Her eyes drag over him slowly enough to make her appreciation obvious, her teeth catching against her lower lip before she releases a deep, suffering sigh. Honestly, it’s exhausting being married to someone this hot and somehow still expected to behave like a functional member of society and not jump his bones at each and every available opportunity.
By the time he launches himself toward the spring, Flora is already grinning, though the ridiculous little pose he strikes in midair breaks the expression wide open. His splash earns a burst of bright laughter that follows him beneath the water, and she’s still laughing when he surfaces. "Caaaaan I get a replay?" she asks, already turning slightly as her magic curls eagerly beneath her skin. The moment unfolds again beside them with perfect clarity: Kai suspended above the glittering water, one leg stretched long, body angled with all the effortless smugness of someone who knows exactly how good he looks, framed against the dark sky and its stars just before gravity remembers him.
Flora folds her arms, admiring both versions of her husband with equal delight. "I think that might have been a 9/10."
Once the basket is set down and Kai starts pulling off his shirt, however, Flora’s priorities shift with impressive speed. She makes absolutely no effort to undress, instead settling back on one heel to watch him with shameless approval as more skin appears. Her eyes drag over him slowly enough to make her appreciation obvious, her teeth catching against her lower lip before she releases a deep, suffering sigh. Honestly, it’s exhausting being married to someone this hot and somehow still expected to behave like a functional member of society and not jump his bones at each and every available opportunity.
By the time he launches himself toward the spring, Flora is already grinning, though the ridiculous little pose he strikes in midair breaks the expression wide open. His splash earns a burst of bright laughter that follows him beneath the water, and she’s still laughing when he surfaces. "Caaaaan I get a replay?" she asks, already turning slightly as her magic curls eagerly beneath her skin. The moment unfolds again beside them with perfect clarity: Kai suspended above the glittering water, one leg stretched long, body angled with all the effortless smugness of someone who knows exactly how good he looks, framed against the dark sky and its stars just before gravity remembers him.
Flora folds her arms, admiring both versions of her husband with equal delight. "I think that might have been a 9/10."
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
