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Though she doesn't realize it just yet, Koa's laughter will come to be one of her favourite sounds, brightening her mood when memories of moments like this flow into her mind unbidden, and hurting her heart on days when their tempers flare and youthful misunderstandings and mistakes pull at the seams their smiles constantly try to weave and strengthen.
"Obviously I had to look good for you." Flora purrs, though the normal confidence in her tone is a touch shaky if only because of just how true the words were. She had wanted to look good for Koa—better than good, actually—and gods this moment felt like such a long time coming that she hadn't even wanted to risk a single hair being out of place.
"Of course I should." The queen counters, and not simply because of how often Mateo got onto his soapbox about how unfair it was that women received flowers much more than men. Beaming at the placement of the daisy, as Koa's lips brush against her forehead, Flora has the sudden wild urge to strip everything but the bangle and flower off of the dragoon. Her fingertips pulse at her sides as a shaky breath parts her lips. Swallowing, she flashes him a crooked smile as he straightens, already feeling heat flush across her cheeks though she does her best to stifle the immature urge to derail their date before it had properly begun.
Finding herself as distracted by the hard body at her side as by the way Koa's lips formed the words he was saying, as they rounded the corner Flora couldn't help the laughter that spilled from her lips at the sight of Pip playing sommelier. As it turns out, Mateo knows just as much about wines as Koa and his dragonI checked, such that the botanist's recommendation was actually the house brand that Flora served at the Hanged Man (aka cheap and a touch watery). Thinking perhaps Koa had picked it because it precisely because it was something her tavern served, the queen mentally shrugged as she lifted one of the glasses in a toast. "To first dates, and...to doing things right."
"Obviously I had to look good for you." Flora purrs, though the normal confidence in her tone is a touch shaky if only because of just how true the words were. She had wanted to look good for Koa—better than good, actually—and gods this moment felt like such a long time coming that she hadn't even wanted to risk a single hair being out of place.
"Of course I should." The queen counters, and not simply because of how often Mateo got onto his soapbox about how unfair it was that women received flowers much more than men. Beaming at the placement of the daisy, as Koa's lips brush against her forehead, Flora has the sudden wild urge to strip everything but the bangle and flower off of the dragoon. Her fingertips pulse at her sides as a shaky breath parts her lips. Swallowing, she flashes him a crooked smile as he straightens, already feeling heat flush across her cheeks though she does her best to stifle the immature urge to derail their date before it had properly begun.
Finding herself as distracted by the hard body at her side as by the way Koa's lips formed the words he was saying, as they rounded the corner Flora couldn't help the laughter that spilled from her lips at the sight of Pip playing sommelier. As it turns out, Mateo knows just as much about wines as Koa and his dragon
