Flora
For all her grief and tears and endless prayers for Enzo to come back, Flora's nose wrinkles in distaste as he mentions the faux pax she's been committing. Perhaps it's because of Mort's presence or simply because she's tangled up in her twin, but Flora finds it in herself to laugh, and roll her eyes in adoring agreement. "Well, I can't have anyone saying that the Kaliesin's aren't on trend." She hums, pressed firmly against his side.
"Oh don't worry, he's doing that perfectly well on his own." Flora sasses of Mateo, shooting her remaining sibling a glare from where she's tucked like a puzzle piece against Enzo.
She doesn't parrot Remi's words, because obviously Enzo will be with her always, nor does she make promises to MaKe MiSChIeF iN hIs NaMe. He isn't fucking Fred Weasley, Mateo. Instead, she just clutches Enzo tighter, taking in every moment of this. "I will always love you most." She whispers. Does she mean she'll love Enzo most out of any potential suitors down the line? Or that she loves him more than those assembled here?
Yes.
"Oh don't worry, he's doing that perfectly well on his own." Flora sasses of Mateo, shooting her remaining sibling a glare from where she's tucked like a puzzle piece against Enzo.
She doesn't parrot Remi's words, because obviously Enzo will be with her always, nor does she make promises to MaKe MiSChIeF iN hIs NaMe. He isn't fucking Fred Weasley, Mateo. Instead, she just clutches Enzo tighter, taking in every moment of this. "I will always love you most." She whispers. Does she mean she'll love Enzo most out of any potential suitors down the line? Or that she loves him more than those assembled here?
Yes.
