Flora
Being a gentleman and a people-pleasure was going to see Asta fumbling through vows he'd prepared thinking he was just writing something nice about Flora for some celebration she'd planned. Ahh well, it'd probably make for a good story one day.
Turning at the sound of a cane, Flora of course is easily able to pick Asta out across the crowd, and not simply because of his height. Though he'd dressed 'down', his choice of outfit still rendered the boho-chic stylings of Torchline into something that looked ragged and cheap in comparison. It was almost impossible to drink him in all at once if only because despite the queen's attempts to hone in on the little details—the chain of silver around his waist, the dark opalescent sheen of his horns, the veins on his hands—her eyes were continually drawn back to his eyes, no longer a predatory black as they'd been when she last saw him, but a burning mahogany that had her beaming up at him.
"Hey you." She purrs, slipping her hand into his. Noting the way his eyes had dropped to her earrings, the queen lifted her jaw as she tilted her head, allowing the light to fracture off of the cut of the sapphires and sparkle across her shoulder. "What do you think?"
Turning at the sound of a cane, Flora of course is easily able to pick Asta out across the crowd, and not simply because of his height. Though he'd dressed 'down', his choice of outfit still rendered the boho-chic stylings of Torchline into something that looked ragged and cheap in comparison. It was almost impossible to drink him in all at once if only because despite the queen's attempts to hone in on the little details—the chain of silver around his waist, the dark opalescent sheen of his horns, the veins on his hands—her eyes were continually drawn back to his eyes, no longer a predatory black as they'd been when she last saw him, but a burning mahogany that had her beaming up at him.
"Hey you." She purrs, slipping her hand into his. Noting the way his eyes had dropped to her earrings, the queen lifted her jaw as she tilted her head, allowing the light to fracture off of the cut of the sapphires and sparkle across her shoulder. "What do you think?"
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
