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— Alex?! Your name is Alex, my precious? — Rico immediately picked it up, his eyes lighting up even brighter, as if he’d just been handed the most valuable treasure in the world. He took half a step forward, stretching his palms out again, as if asking permission to catch her back. — Beautiful name…
Flora flinched, hovering in the air. The green light of her wings pulsed unevenly, throwing reflections onto Rico’s sweaty face and Granite’s harsh one. She felt the heat inside rise again, sweet and heavy, making her skin burn and her breathing falter.
— Shut up, — she hissed at Rico, but there was no real anger in her squeaky tone. More confusion. — Both of you. And you too, — she turned to Granite, poking a tiny finger in his direction. — Don’t touch him, got it! — then she shifted her gaze back to Rico, knitting her brows. — And no Alex here! For you it’s only Flora, got it?!
Rico froze, his palms still stretched forward, but now he slowly lowered them, as if afraid of scaring off a bird.
— Flora… — he said reverently, tasting the name. — Flora. Beautiful. Just for me…
— Not just for you, you idiot! — Flora barked louder than she meant to, and her squeaky voice echoed off the rusty basement walls. She sharply flapped her wings, flying a couple of meters back to get farther away from Rico’s outstretched hands. The green light flared brighter, lighting up his round face from below, and in that glow he looked even more lost and in love.
Rico immediately hunched his shoulders, as if he’d been slapped, but there was no offense in his eyes — only remorse.
— Sorry, Flora… sorry, — he mumbled hurriedly, dropping to his knees and lowering his head, as if he’d just broken every sacred commandment. — I didn’t mean to… it’s just… you’re so… I get it. Only Flora. For everyone. As you say.
Granite, still holding the “boss” under his arm like a bag of trash, snorted — the sound came out heavy, almost like a laugh.
— Alright, that’s enough of this circus, — he grumbled, shifting the captive more comfortably over his shoulder. The man let out a weak groan, but Granite didn’t even look down. — Backup’s already on the way. I can hear it. And you — tell me what the hell this is. What, do you two know each other?
Flora hovered in the air, her wings humming more quietly now, though the light still pulsed unevenly. She looked at Granite, then at Rico, who was still kneeling, and let out a heavy sigh — thin, almost like wind whistling through leaves.
— No, we don’t know each other, — she answered sharply, crossing her arms over her breasts. The white swimsuit top stretched tight, and she immediately dropped her arms, irritably slapping her thigh. — I saw him for the first time when he… caught me. Like a fucking fly.
Rico lifted his head, his eyes widening in horror.
— I didn’t mean like a fly! — he blurted out quickly. — I… I just didn’t let you fall, Flora! You were so fragile, so beautiful in that light… I—
— Shut up! — Flora squeaked, and Rico immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, nodding apologetically.
Granite snorted, shifting his gaze from one to the other.
— Then what is this? — he nodded toward Rico. — He’s acting like you’re his fairy queen. And you’re protecting him like… I don’t know, like you care about him.
Flora felt the heat spread through her body again — from her breasts to the tips of her wings. She turned away, looking at the shattered boxes of red biomass that were still faintly glowing.
— It’s… an ability, I guess, — she said quietly, almost under her breath. — When he grabbed me, I got angry… — she exhaled, not wanting to say “scared,” then continued. — And suddenly my stupid smell got stronger, the light flared… and he became like this. I can give him orders, and he listens, like… — she faltered, shooting a quick glance at Rico and blushing even harder, — like he’s in love.
Rico nodded so hard he almost smacked his forehead on the floor.
— Not like — for real, Flora! Forever!