candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Though there's a petulant rebuttal on her tongue, Flora wisely keeps it caged behind her teeth. This isn't emotional maturity, but an innate knowledge that whatever she countered her father's words with, it wouldn't change the fact that he was right. She might look like an adult, but until she had the opportunity to be one, she would still be a child.
"Maybe I'll change my name." She says instead, frowning. They both knew she wouldn't.
What her father says next has the wind dying in her sails. Having expected an argument where she triumphantly stormed away, Remi's near-instant surrender was not one of the scenarios she'd imagined. "Uhm..." Twitching her lips, Flora glances around the Treehouse. "..no, I don't think so..." She replies uncertainly.
"What are you even doing up here?" Flora asks, feeling awkward and unmoored.
"Maybe I'll change my name." She says instead, frowning. They both knew she wouldn't.
What her father says next has the wind dying in her sails. Having expected an argument where she triumphantly stormed away, Remi's near-instant surrender was not one of the scenarios she'd imagined. "Uhm..." Twitching her lips, Flora glances around the Treehouse. "..no, I don't think so..." She replies uncertainly.
"What are you even doing up here?" Flora asks, feeling awkward and unmoored.
