& if you never bleed you're never gonna grow
"I'm mean, if the shoe fi—" Flora starts to say, before what felt like a sure victory was summarily away from her. Her lips pressed together suddenly and though she was quite aware of how closely she was allowing herself to resemble the evil queens that Koa was referencing, she just couldn't help herself. All of those queens were single and alone too, so maybe the dragoon had more of a point than he'd realized, not that Flora was going to admit it. "All the more reason not to adopt a kid." She sassed with a shrug of her shoulders.
"As for you. You'd absolutely be the handsome knight who like, volunteers to go and slay the dragon and rescue the princess. You'd stand up in some banquet hall, and everyone would say that it was impossible but you'd be adamant that you'd prove them all wrong." Forcing her lips into a smile again, the queen flutters her eyelashes. "But then you'd die immediately and everyone would say we told him so." What a pair: they were: the wicked old queen and the placeholder hero.
"Ow—" Someone's elbow finds its way into Flora's ribs, and as she's tugged into Koa's arms, she too instinctively reaches to mould herself against him. For all of the roadblocks her mind and heart wanted to impose upon their interactions, her body had never been anything but pleased by the dragoon. Exhaling sharply, the Doubletake pulls one of her arms from around Koa's neck to rub tenderly against her side, as she lifts her gaze towards his and gives her head a little shake. "No, I'm fine." She murmurs softly, her sharp edges momentarily smoothed. It should have been romantic. Koa could have tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and said he really did think she was beautiful; Flora could have said that she really was glad that he'd come home safely. They could just have let it go in that moment, and yet...
At the final appreciation instruction, the Doubletake wilted. With the spell broken, she felt too tired to argue, but still too wounded to laugh it all off.
"I guess I'm glad you don't have two left feet, or this could have been much more painful." She mumbles, letting her one arm fall down to her side rather than placing it back around Koa's neck.
"As for you. You'd absolutely be the handsome knight who like, volunteers to go and slay the dragon and rescue the princess. You'd stand up in some banquet hall, and everyone would say that it was impossible but you'd be adamant that you'd prove them all wrong." Forcing her lips into a smile again, the queen flutters her eyelashes. "But then you'd die immediately and everyone would say we told him so." What a pair: they were: the wicked old queen and the placeholder hero.
"Ow—" Someone's elbow finds its way into Flora's ribs, and as she's tugged into Koa's arms, she too instinctively reaches to mould herself against him. For all of the roadblocks her mind and heart wanted to impose upon their interactions, her body had never been anything but pleased by the dragoon. Exhaling sharply, the Doubletake pulls one of her arms from around Koa's neck to rub tenderly against her side, as she lifts her gaze towards his and gives her head a little shake. "No, I'm fine." She murmurs softly, her sharp edges momentarily smoothed. It should have been romantic. Koa could have tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and said he really did think she was beautiful; Flora could have said that she really was glad that he'd come home safely. They could just have let it go in that moment, and yet...
At the final appreciation instruction, the Doubletake wilted. With the spell broken, she felt too tired to argue, but still too wounded to laugh it all off.
"I guess I'm glad you don't have two left feet, or this could have been much more painful." She mumbles, letting her one arm fall down to her side rather than placing it back around Koa's neck.
