flora
Feeling like she was on pins and needles—had Danta actually said that Asta was in love with him too, or...or had he just..?—but she can't remember. Maybe Asta wasn't just using her; maybe Danta was wrong. A shimmer of hope races down the Doubletake's spine as she glances at the butcher, her lips curled into a half smile. "There were songs about you?" She wonders, again feeling herself tugged by his charm and the dark richness of his past.
Listening as Danta started, Flora laughed at the ancient's rather bold choice of song, before glancing over her shoulder toward Asta to see what he might be making of it. Would the Maverick's singing steal his breath away the way it had stolen hers when it had been Asta singing?
'Do you want anything else to drink?' The queen asks, her voice sounding somewhat tinny and timid to her own ears, but maybe that just had to do with the music braying from the speakers.
Listening as Danta started, Flora laughed at the ancient's rather bold choice of song, before glancing over her shoulder toward Asta to see what he might be making of it. Would the Maverick's singing steal his breath away the way it had stolen hers when it had been Asta singing?
'Do you want anything else to drink?' The queen asks, her voice sounding somewhat tinny and timid to her own ears, but maybe that just had to do with the music braying from the speakers.
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
