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RE: quit wasting the sunlight - Flora - 03-11-2025
Flora shrugs, tilting her head thoughtfully as she leans a little more comfortably into Asta’s side. [say]"I meannn...once upon a time."[/say] The queen hums sweetly, before crinkling her nose up at him and nudging him gently with her elbow. Whatever little crush she’d once had was nothing compared to the depth of fondness she had for him now—and gods, was she grateful that whatever had been between them had shifted into this instead.
At the mention of Maea, however, her expression darkens, the good humor slipping slightly as she lets out a slow, sharp exhale. [say]"Yeah, well,"[/say] she mutters. [say]"The thing about her apologies is that they’re worse than just words. She doesn’t actually mean them. Like, when she apologized to me, she said the words, sure, but then she immediately started twisting the situation around so that, surprise! None of it was actually her fault."[/say]
Flora rolls her eyes so hard it's a miracle they don’t fall straight out of her skull. [say]"I don’t know why she even bothers when we all know she isn't ever going to change,"[/say] she huffs, before offering Asta a smirk that is, if nothing else, deeply, deeply amused as she steps past him into the Sparkbird’s Nest. [say]"After her fake apology, she even offered, and I quote, to let me use her a scapegoat for Torchline if I let her stay?"[/say] Flora rolls her eyes. [say]"Number one, who even says something like that? And number two, as if I'd be stupid enough to let her martyr herself on the pretense of her wanting to make amends only so that one day she could dramatically go tada! I'm not the bad guy, it's all actually Flora's fault."[/say]
RE: quit wasting the sunlight - Astaroth - 03-11-2025
Snorting, because she’s right – and who are they to assume Maea has heard otherwise? The butcher still keeps her tucked into his side, as if the pale Ancient was wandering around the Grounds still, like she might be around to witness it. He knows that she isn’t, though, not with what it sounds like Flora told her to do, he pays it little mind when Flora’s sharp exhale breaks the air.
“[say]Yes.. I did notice that.[/say]” He drawls, exhaling a dramatic sigh. “[say]When she took our her aggression on me, she was far stronger than I was and when she’d realized her mistake and I threatened to kill her, she simply told me to do it then.[/say]” Like it would solve all of the issues rather than having to live with the repercussions of the choices she’d made.
Opening the door to the Sparkbird’s Nest and letting her in first, he hangs on every word she speaks even as the Inn itself comes to life with such a vibrant welcoming that it would be hard pressed to know thunder and lightning rampaged outside. The interior is beautiful – all reclaimed wood from the Levinsward, stained darkly, with the flare of cracked wood along the walls for the added touch of proving that the wood was from the surrounding area. Flares of flame in the main fireplace has been colored yellow, alongside the oil lamps dotting the Inn’s interior, encased in beautifully electric looking glass casts a warm hue amongst the dark wood walls.
“[say]She did not say that.[/say]” The butcher says with a sarcastic chuckle, closing the door behind them as he trails after her into the warmth that’s already doing miracles to the Ancient’s state. “[say]I imagine someone who very badly wishes to martyr herself would say something along those lines, wouldn’t you say? Perhaps someone that has not yet found the right cause to die by, especially if she is still so concerned about my personal dealings?[/say]” As evidenced by the mere suggestion of what Maea had said to the Doubletake. "[say]She picked wrong, though, because you are certainly not stupid, darling.[/say]" Comes the softer hum, the squeeze before releasing her to let her take in the Sparkbird's Nest.
RE: quit wasting the sunlight - Flora - 03-13-2025
Flora snickers, shaking her head as she takes in the warmth of the Sparkbird’s Nest, the way the golden light pools over the dark wood, casting flickering patterns against the walls. It’s a sharp contrast to the storm raging outside, and though she hadn’t realized just how much the cold had seeped into her bones, the immediate relief has her sighing softly.
[say]"She absolutely said that,"[/say] Flora confirms, tilting her head back to look up at him, lips curling with something wry. [say]"Honestly, I don’t even think she realized how ridiculous she sounded, y'know?"[/say] Which seemed to be the worst thing about Maea in Flora's opinion: she absolutely believed every bullshit syllable leaving her own lips. Rolling her eyes, she shrugs off her shawl, absently smoothing the fabric before draping it over one arm. [say]"I mean, I can respect a good martyr complex—"[/say] she waves a hand vaguely, [say]"in theory—but you don’t get to play the victim and insist that you’re the one who should be calling the shots. Pick one."[/say]
Her smirk softens just a fraction at his words, though, her gaze flickering back up to his with something a little more genuine beneath the amusement. [say]"Mm, thank you, darling,"[/say] she purrs, echoing the term of endearment right back at him before stepping forward to fully take in the inn. [say]"Wow this is...not what I expected,"[/say] she murmurs, glancing around. Having pictured something a good deal more rustic and lacking in charm, the Doubletake flashes the butcher a bright smile.
[say]"Drink?"[/say]
RE: quit wasting the sunlight - Astaroth - 03-13-2025
“[say]I would imagine not, given how she always sounds as if she is on the.. mm, what is the term? High horse?[/say]” He asks with a hum of a laugh, meeting her wry look with a playful one of his own. Amusement, because the entire ordeal was unbelievable, and with a hint of weariness because gods, it was always one thing or another with her.
He supposes at least he doesn’t have to hide his preferences as deeply with Flora now – so perhaps that’s something to thank Maea for, even if it likely isn’t the result the pale ancient was hoping for. But as the butcher loosens his wool outer coat and mirrors Flora in draping it over his arm once he’s shed it, he hums his agreement to her next statement, his amusement flaring higher. “[say]Ah, but she is so wonderful at both. Why pick one when you can simply confuse everyone?[/say]” His nose wrinkles with the smile that graces his face, before it softens with the compliment aired her way as the Sparkbird’s Nest offers quite a lot of warmth to the dreary way the day had gone.
Hearing the term of endearment slip from her lips, the butcher perks up a touch and trails after her, brightening imperceptibly as he hums softly. “[say]I know. Danta and I happened to stumble across it after my whole Maea ordeal, ironically. I had to stay for a bit to recover and it was truly a diamond in the rough.[/say]” He’s bragged about this inn so many times, yet never lost the spark of wonder in seeing it in person or showing it off.
Looking back at Flora to hear the question and see the bright smile, he inclines his head as his tail flicks contently like a dog’s might. “[say]I would love one.[/say]” He confirms, meeting her bright grin with a sharp one of his own, drifting beside her toward the bar where they can settle on the barstools and try a variety of lightning themed drinks and chat more gossip until the time comes to either stay a night or head on back.
He supposes it depends on how much they both drink tonight.
- FIN