marked me like a bloodstain
"...yep." The queen agrees, her tone uncharacteristically flat and her answer uncharacteristically short.
Moving toward the edge of the fountain, Flora twists her ring so that her exit might be hidden from the captain's eyes. Only once she's wrapped herself in Asta's shirt—and gods lets not even thinking about the reasons for preferring that over Jack's—the queen reappears. The butcher was tall enough that even one of his casual shirts came down to the middle of her thigh, such that as she strolled over toward the captain she was likely more covered than she'd normally be, and as she'd noted before, the red and white flower pattern hid the bloodstains quite well.
Eyeing the cigarette between his lips rather than whatever fresh one he might have offered her, Flora sat on the bench, her posture unusually good. "Something like that." The queen agrees, glancing at the captain over her shoulder, her eyes assessing him briefly before looking away.
Moving toward the edge of the fountain, Flora twists her ring so that her exit might be hidden from the captain's eyes. Only once she's wrapped herself in Asta's shirt—and gods lets not even thinking about the reasons for preferring that over Jack's—the queen reappears. The butcher was tall enough that even one of his casual shirts came down to the middle of her thigh, such that as she strolled over toward the captain she was likely more covered than she'd normally be, and as she'd noted before, the red and white flower pattern hid the bloodstains quite well.
Eyeing the cigarette between his lips rather than whatever fresh one he might have offered her, Flora sat on the bench, her posture unusually good. "Something like that." The queen agrees, glancing at the captain over her shoulder, her eyes assessing him briefly before looking away.
