Enzo
Even spiked high with girlish panic Flora's imperiousness is familiar, and Enzo is just as biddable as he always is with her, tugging harder until he's sure his arms are going to pop off with the strain. It's harder when she begins to writhe, Enzo's butt meeting the slick ground with a harsh thud that's sure to lead to some soreness. At least it affords him a new angle, digging his heels into the earth and bracing with his legs to pull harder on his twin.
Her voice in his ear is loud, but if she's talking she's not sucked into the earth right? What's a little hearing loss compared to that? Then with a pop their momentum rubberbands back into them, and Enzo is knocked flat - and then breathless - as Flora lands on top of him, elegant limbs turned into graceless, bony implements that dig into his belly. "Brown dragons made of mud," he wheezes senselessly, arms still wrapped tight around his sister, spooked. "Are you hurt?" If he asks if she's okay he might get an earful, but he's too stunned to check for himself.
Her voice in his ear is loud, but if she's talking she's not sucked into the earth right? What's a little hearing loss compared to that? Then with a pop their momentum rubberbands back into them, and Enzo is knocked flat - and then breathless - as Flora lands on top of him, elegant limbs turned into graceless, bony implements that dig into his belly. "Brown dragons made of mud," he wheezes senselessly, arms still wrapped tight around his sister, spooked. "Are you hurt?" If he asks if she's okay he might get an earful, but he's too stunned to check for himself.
and though I can't recall your face
I've still got love for you
I've still got love for you
