Flora
Humming adoringly as he presses a kiss to the back of her hand, the queen is more than happy to welcome the butcher into her personal space and as she tilts her chin higher for him to regard his gifts dangling from her ears, that it leaves the entirety of her throat exposed is hardly something she's even aware of. If anything, she's pleased to do it that he might smell the notes of jasmine and mandarin (it's flora gorgeous by gucci, we decided at the airport) that make up her perfume.
"I almost thought about turning them into rings, but.." Glancing at her hands, the fingers of one still curled against his, the Doubletake shrugs. "But I didn't want them to have to fight for attention." She says, and where Asta thinks keeping a respectful distance is what the situation requires, Flora unsurprisingly, thinks quite the opposite. Not wanting it to seem as if they'd lost any familiarity despite how their last date had gone, the queen helps herself to his arm, sliding hers around it and comfortably fitting her fingers just above the bend in his elbow.
"I was actually hoping to find something a touch formal. Not stuffy, though. Something that speaks of authority but that doesn't seem to be trying too hard." Letting her gaze rove up his perfectly tailored outfit, the queen grins. "Of course you were the first person I thought to ask." As for stumbling upon something she couldn't live without? Flora raises her eyebrows, choosing to read into that statement in a way undoubtedly the ancient hadn't meant it. (He'd meant her, right? Right?) "I think that's something we should always be doing." She purrs warmly.
Leading Asta through the cluttered stalls, she eventually edges them off toward a sidestreet that was significantly less busy. "This is one of my favourite boutiques." She explains, and as they enter the butcher might understand why there wasn't as much traffic: the little shop dripped with decadence the likes of which most Torcher's probably couldn't afford.
"I almost thought about turning them into rings, but.." Glancing at her hands, the fingers of one still curled against his, the Doubletake shrugs. "But I didn't want them to have to fight for attention." She says, and where Asta thinks keeping a respectful distance is what the situation requires, Flora unsurprisingly, thinks quite the opposite. Not wanting it to seem as if they'd lost any familiarity despite how their last date had gone, the queen helps herself to his arm, sliding hers around it and comfortably fitting her fingers just above the bend in his elbow.
"I was actually hoping to find something a touch formal. Not stuffy, though. Something that speaks of authority but that doesn't seem to be trying too hard." Letting her gaze rove up his perfectly tailored outfit, the queen grins. "Of course you were the first person I thought to ask." As for stumbling upon something she couldn't live without? Flora raises her eyebrows, choosing to read into that statement in a way undoubtedly the ancient hadn't meant it. (He'd meant her, right? Right?) "I think that's something we should always be doing." She purrs warmly.
Leading Asta through the cluttered stalls, she eventually edges them off toward a sidestreet that was significantly less busy. "This is one of my favourite boutiques." She explains, and as they enter the butcher might understand why there wasn't as much traffic: the little shop dripped with decadence the likes of which most Torcher's probably couldn't afford.
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
