candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
"Oooh, how cute!" Flora gushes from behind her scarf (chosen because of what a close match it was to her eyes). With her mittened hands wrapped around her twin's upper arm, she falls into easy step at Enzo 's side as they saunter through the market. "This is so much better than the fae stalls, don't you think? Now we don't have to hunch over like a pair of old witches." Of course, the pair had only been this height for a few weeks now, but so what if Flora was exaggerating?
She was an adult. She could (and would) do what she wanted.
"How abouuuttt we get some cocoa and then see if there's one of those booths that carves your name into ornaments?" A bit chilly as Flora had opted for style over practicality, she hugged Enzo all the closer, wondering if anyone would think they were a couple and whether that would make her seem more desirable.
She was an adult. She could (and would) do what she wanted.
"How abouuuttt we get some cocoa and then see if there's one of those booths that carves your name into ornaments?" A bit chilly as Flora had opted for style over practicality, she hugged Enzo all the closer, wondering if anyone would think they were a couple and whether that would make her seem more desirable.
