She is fast but he is faster but where he is land locked she is not and, because of that, she wins. Only has a feeling that she will always win and that the trick to appealing to a girl like Florentine is to always surprise her - to enchant her - and he wonders then (since she knows of babies and how to acquire them) who has enchanted her to make her sing, laugh, and play like this. He would like to think it is himself but he knows - he knows the way a bird knows the way home after twilight - that it is not him.
Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind Stephan comes alive - puts his foot down on the coat tails of Only's jovial mood - and tells his pathetic self that he doesn't have a chance,
Whoever it is makes her happy. All you will do is make her cry. Stephan says. Only tries his best to ignore it - he pushes back with a louder round of laughter. He balks and spins beneath Flora with a wide grin and he leaps for her, teeth nipping at her delicate feet which bat at his ears and tease him just out of reach.
Whoever it is will have another thing coming, Stephan continues on. Only has no strength against him, he wasn't the first and he'll never be the first for it was Stephan who was bred, born, and raised in a corporeal form. His words serve as a warning to Only, one he disregards as he allows himself to be distracted by the honeyed girl trying to land.
Trying is definitely key.
In a matter of a second she disappears into the tall grass and he can only tell where she is by the amount of flower petals and dust her crash landing kicks up. He feels her teeth pinch his tender belly as he runs past her but he comes to a skidding halt just so he can look back at her and gloat. "Graceful." He says with a smirk as he lifts his head.
Questions, like rats around a sweltering dumpster, start gathering at his feet. First there is one, then two, then three. Some more come but he holds his tongue as Florentine continues to distract him. "Come on Trouble, I owe you flowers -" She speaks of poison-death and bouquets and all he can think of is funerals. Not his funeral. Not Florentine's. But somebody's...and when Stephan finds them (because he will) he will have to gather a lot more flowers than the ones he intends to find for Florentine.
"We'll walk, if you can manage that." He teases her to rouse her, it makes her sassy and he rather likes that - whenever Florentine sasses Only he tends to forget about the worst of his problems. A shoulder bump helps as his eyes slide down the whole front of her. "Hey," he asks more seriously " - those knees of yours okay? We'll find the water after we find the roses - they aren't far from each other." Only walks and walks and walks and so does Flora. They never run out of things to talk about and they never stop to worry about the serious things in life. Eventually he'll ask her the questions he tries to hold back on but not today.
Well, he
hopes not today. This is a reunion. A finding of friends. A beginning of something
good for once.
How long Only? Stephan bounces a ball off the insides of Only's skull - somehow he can hear it echoing off the bone in his brain and he can feel the dull thud every time the bastard pitches it.
How long until it is all over? I give you ten days.
Only isn't ready for reality - he smiles and laughs with Florentine as he leads them towards a massive mound of blackberry bushes. "Close your eyes. Wait here. When I say go - go." Only leaves only to come back, he herds the girl forward into a clearing where roses of every bloom grow wild in a full circle around them. "Open your eyes." He'd reveal them as classically as he could, having picked the first wild rose for her only to have it ready when she opened them.
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thief for hire
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There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
For many are called but few are chosen.
@Florentine
