[SWE] cold nights and shiny lights

the difference between a garden
AND A GRAVEYARD

With Flora ’s arm tucked in the crook of his elbow, his other hand across his chest to settle over the fine bones of her knuckles beneath the mitten she wears, Enzo is entirely happy to cater both to his sister’s desire to be desirable (what a mouthful) and to be chauffeured along the way she deserves. “Absolutely, you’d think since they have wings they’d make the stalls higher for the buyers, but I swear its a petty holdout meant to punish us,” he chuckles, voice newly deepened but still holding the same mischief and mirth. “Maybe we should make a stall of our own - massages, right at the end of the line. We’d make a killing.” Saviors of the hunchbacks of the Greatwood, the Kaliesins. As noble a title as their parents.

Flora is ever the one with the plan, and Enzo her eager and malleable sidekick, so he dashes a quick kiss to her cheek and gracefully turns them towards the drink table. “Cocoa it is! Let me know if you need my coat, ‘kay?” Perhaps she could stand forlorn with it draped over her shoulders to bait some peacocking man intent on saving her from her absent ‘boyfriend’.

is what you choose to put in the soil

ENZO