flora
"You say that, but who really knows how long a ghost gets to just haunt around for?" Flora points out, and though there's no part of her that isn't eager to set Koa's theory to a bit more rigorous testing, she too knows that there's (unfortunately) a time and place, and this failed on both counts.
Leaning back slightly if only to allow for the dragoon's theatrics, Flora raises a mischievous brow before rolling her eyes affectionately up at him. "Time for dinner but not for science? Suuure Koa." It's a nonsensical argument but the queen doesn't care. She'd strip the dragoon of his shirt and use it as a towel upon which they could eat pretend food if it meant finally having their date, but then, after so many years of getting it wrong, maybe they deserved better than hurried gestures and make-believe. "Your Highness, though...that I could get used to." She says, her laughter melding against his own as he lifts her hands yet again.
Biting hard at the inside of her lip if only to keep herself from screaming with girlish joy, Flora's cheeks grow rounder and rounder with her delight the longer she gazes into Koa's golden eyes. "Maybe just a little." She agrees in a quiet voice, if only because all the air in her lungs seems to have disappeared to make way for the steady stream of butterflies making her feel unsteady on her feet. "Gods you're the worst!" Flora chastises him playfully, her fingers giving his a little shake as if to admonish him his charm and boyish good looks.
"Hey." Letting one arm slip around him, Flora tucks herself against him. Glancing towards Stormbreak only for a moment before turning her aqua stare back upon him and trying to smooth away the feathering muscles of his jaw with the pads of her fingers. "Anju's a good woman. We trained together, a time or two actually. " Had she also flirted with the older woman? Mayyyybe, but who wouldn't? "And you remember what it was like with Cian and the Order...she...she probably understands the longevity of this stuff better than either of us does. Besides, she has to say she's loyal to Dahlia, right?" Same way Flora had to smile and joke with the Reaper about how she'd kicked her dad's ass all while silently plotting her downfall.
That was politics, bby.
Leaning back slightly if only to allow for the dragoon's theatrics, Flora raises a mischievous brow before rolling her eyes affectionately up at him. "Time for dinner but not for science? Suuure Koa." It's a nonsensical argument but the queen doesn't care. She'd strip the dragoon of his shirt and use it as a towel upon which they could eat pretend food if it meant finally having their date, but then, after so many years of getting it wrong, maybe they deserved better than hurried gestures and make-believe. "Your Highness, though...that I could get used to." She says, her laughter melding against his own as he lifts her hands yet again.
Biting hard at the inside of her lip if only to keep herself from screaming with girlish joy, Flora's cheeks grow rounder and rounder with her delight the longer she gazes into Koa's golden eyes. "Maybe just a little." She agrees in a quiet voice, if only because all the air in her lungs seems to have disappeared to make way for the steady stream of butterflies making her feel unsteady on her feet. "Gods you're the worst!" Flora chastises him playfully, her fingers giving his a little shake as if to admonish him his charm and boyish good looks.
"Hey." Letting one arm slip around him, Flora tucks herself against him. Glancing towards Stormbreak only for a moment before turning her aqua stare back upon him and trying to smooth away the feathering muscles of his jaw with the pads of her fingers. "Anju's a good woman. We trained together, a time or two actually. " Had she also flirted with the older woman? Mayyyybe, but who wouldn't? "And you remember what it was like with Cian and the Order...she...she probably understands the longevity of this stuff better than either of us does. Besides, she has to say she's loyal to Dahlia, right?" Same way Flora had to smile and joke with the Reaper about how she'd kicked her dad's ass all while silently plotting her downfall.
That was politics, bby.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
