flora
Rather than enjoying the way the descending sun was bruising the sky in violent shades of indigo and garnet, the Doubletake paced back and forth along the shoreline, stealing glances at the falling star and wondering if dusk was really worth waiting for. It was, she knew, especially for a deity like Safrin who enjoyed the pomp of being summoned, but gods, had it ever taken quite this long before?
Dressed humbly (for Flora), in what would have passed for Daisy Dukes in other worlds, and a cropped shirt, the girl kicked out at the lapping waves, enjoying the spray of droplets that her bare feet sent out and the way the minnows in the shallows seemed to disappear rather than swim away, from the pelting drops. Every now and then she'd pause to glare up at the sun, huffing in disappointment when it hadn't suddenly disappeared, before resuming her slow march across the island's shore.
Dressed humbly (for Flora), in what would have passed for Daisy Dukes in other worlds, and a cropped shirt, the girl kicked out at the lapping waves, enjoying the spray of droplets that her bare feet sent out and the way the minnows in the shallows seemed to disappear rather than swim away, from the pelting drops. Every now and then she'd pause to glare up at the sun, huffing in disappointment when it hadn't suddenly disappeared, before resuming her slow march across the island's shore.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
