walk me home in the dead of night
There's a moment between when Asta's head tilts and he nods that feels as though it stretches out for far too long. In that space of just a fraction of a second Flora's mind has time to wonder what sort of fool she has to be in order to misread the situation with the butcher so badly again. But then he's nodding, and the queen's relief is palpable as her smile turns shaky and her shoulders fall away from where they'd bunched up by her ears.
"Yeah?" Hope has her lips parting in a tentative smile that eventually grows and blooms out across her face. "I'd really like that." She admits her voice a touch shaky with relief. "I think we could be good friends." Great ones, one day, when the queen was able to fully erase the memory of his mouth against her skin or the way his large hands had felt corsetted around her waist. When she could see him for the man he was rather than the one she'd so desperately allowed herself to believe he was.
"I don't want things to be awkward with Danta either." She hums softly, glancing up at him as the Inner Quarter comes properly into view.
"Yeah?" Hope has her lips parting in a tentative smile that eventually grows and blooms out across her face. "I'd really like that." She admits her voice a touch shaky with relief. "I think we could be good friends." Great ones, one day, when the queen was able to fully erase the memory of his mouth against her skin or the way his large hands had felt corsetted around her waist. When she could see him for the man he was rather than the one she'd so desperately allowed herself to believe he was.
"I don't want things to be awkward with Danta either." She hums softly, glancing up at him as the Inner Quarter comes properly into view.
