we show off our different scarlet letters
"Gargoyles?" Flora, who has had other things to occupy her thoughts since the end of the war and the rise of the ancients (the death of her twin, her fleeting romances, taking over Torchline, blah blah), is utterly fascinated by the concept given how little she knows about the racial traits of the ancients. "So you what, just...turn to stone?" She's so enamoured that she doesn't even bother to make the obvious stone-dick joke.
Shivering slightly to feel Asta move against her despite the heat practically rolling off of him, Flora lets her head tilt back theatrically as she sighs. "There's nothing like swimming in the ocean, I can promise you that." She says dreamily. "Though we have a few quieter natural pools if battling the waves isn't your thing."
Letting her head slip forward again, Flora's teeth find the corner of her lip as her eyes ones more rove across the butcher's olive skin. "Your teeth." She whispers, leaning in just slightly closer as if the millimetres between them might yet reveal an unseen scarred tapestry around his mouth. The queen had noticed the butcher's teeth almost right away, if only because of how deliciously they fit together. Releasing her lower lip, Flora tugs her eyes away from his mouth and though it wasn't quite a Kubrick stare, there certainly was a dark delight in the way she peered up at him.
Shivering slightly to feel Asta move against her despite the heat practically rolling off of him, Flora lets her head tilt back theatrically as she sighs. "There's nothing like swimming in the ocean, I can promise you that." She says dreamily. "Though we have a few quieter natural pools if battling the waves isn't your thing."
Letting her head slip forward again, Flora's teeth find the corner of her lip as her eyes ones more rove across the butcher's olive skin. "Your teeth." She whispers, leaning in just slightly closer as if the millimetres between them might yet reveal an unseen scarred tapestry around his mouth. The queen had noticed the butcher's teeth almost right away, if only because of how deliciously they fit together. Releasing her lower lip, Flora tugs her eyes away from his mouth and though it wasn't quite a Kubrick stare, there certainly was a dark delight in the way she peered up at him.
