your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
The bar isn't bleeding, Flora might have said. At least, not its own blood. Instead, the Doubletake just shrugs her shoulders bouncily. "Nah, I've got people for that." By people she of course meant her dads and possibly Danta and Asta, but that was an issue for another day.
"Sorry for what?" Trying on a laugh to see how it suited the situation—poorly, like a too-bright scarf against an otherwise drab ensemble—Flora cleared her throat. "Koa I might have died were it not for you." She adds far more softly, sincerely, unable to help the way her mind wondered if Jack would have ever stepped in to take a hit like that for her and decided that if he did, it would only be because of the time he'd invested into her.
Bending one of her knees behind Koa as she kneels next to him on the couch, Flora flinches at his hiss of pain, her free hand immediately rubbing his bicep soothingly. "Sorry! I know it hurts." She purred softly, removing the towel—gods, the blood was so dark—before pouring a little of the Fountain Water right onto the wound itself.
"Sorry for what?" Trying on a laugh to see how it suited the situation—poorly, like a too-bright scarf against an otherwise drab ensemble—Flora cleared her throat. "Koa I might have died were it not for you." She adds far more softly, sincerely, unable to help the way her mind wondered if Jack would have ever stepped in to take a hit like that for her and decided that if he did, it would only be because of the time he'd invested into her.
Bending one of her knees behind Koa as she kneels next to him on the couch, Flora flinches at his hiss of pain, her free hand immediately rubbing his bicep soothingly. "Sorry! I know it hurts." She purred softly, removing the towel—gods, the blood was so dark—before pouring a little of the Fountain Water right onto the wound itself.
