Enzo
Flora is the only one privy to the pleased, cat that ate the canary smirk the bartender’s eagerness inspires. Still got it. As if he’s old enough to lose it yet.
“Fashionably late isn’t acceptable with me,” he grumbles in the half-breath he has before her excitement sweeps them onward. Playfully restraining hand gentles and retreats down the length of her arm, fingertips caressing the pathways of her veins down to the pulse in her wrist at her reassurances. His possessiveness may not be on their father’s scale, but it’s an inherited thing all the same.
Tasty though secrets normally are, his responding wink is akin to blood on a silencing contract. “He must be a cut above the normal rabble to earn such high praise.” Which makes it funnier that seconds later Enzo badly hides his rolling eyes behind one last giant gulp of the whiskey (waste not!) because of course mystery man is going to war. “Think he’ll send you rousing letters from the frontlines you can weep over? Or really rousing ones you can put to better use?” Because death is inevitable and swifter for the stupid, so they might as well squeeze as much fun out of the doomed while they still toddle about.
“Fashionably late isn’t acceptable with me,” he grumbles in the half-breath he has before her excitement sweeps them onward. Playfully restraining hand gentles and retreats down the length of her arm, fingertips caressing the pathways of her veins down to the pulse in her wrist at her reassurances. His possessiveness may not be on their father’s scale, but it’s an inherited thing all the same.
Tasty though secrets normally are, his responding wink is akin to blood on a silencing contract. “He must be a cut above the normal rabble to earn such high praise.” Which makes it funnier that seconds later Enzo badly hides his rolling eyes behind one last giant gulp of the whiskey (waste not!) because of course mystery man is going to war. “Think he’ll send you rousing letters from the frontlines you can weep over? Or really rousing ones you can put to better use?” Because death is inevitable and swifter for the stupid, so they might as well squeeze as much fun out of the doomed while they still toddle about.
he's got all the boys pulling daisies
but he'll leave you pushing them
but he'll leave you pushing them
