your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"Was there...uhm..." Knowing that what she was about to ask was perhaps more personal than she had any right to, Flora offers the butcher a crooked smile as a preemptive apology. "..any reason it took you so long to tell Danta how you felt about him...?" Given the few similarities between Asta and Jack—their bloodied past, their rather secretive inclinations, the fact that they were both older—the queen thought perhaps whatever reasons the butcher had for keeping his cards close to his chest even when it came to someone he cared about might give her some insight into Jack.
Then again, perhaps the captain simply was incapable of love, or worse, incapable of loving her.
Happy to tuck herself against his side, Flora murmured a soft mmm?, her eyebrows raising, completely at a loss for what it was she might be curious about in terms of their present conversation. Having never seen one of the ancients utilize their glamour before, it catches her completely off guard. "Wh—" Tugging him to a stop and then stepping in front of him to get the full effect, Flora was shocked at just how different the absence of Asta's horns made him look. Lifting a hand as if to smooth her fingers over the place where his antlers had once been, the queen quickly thinks better of it as she grins. "So are they...gone gone? Or..." Raising her brows, she nods toward his head, wondering if she traced the space above his hair if she'd bump into invisible tines.
Then again, perhaps the captain simply was incapable of love, or worse, incapable of loving her.
Happy to tuck herself against his side, Flora murmured a soft mmm?, her eyebrows raising, completely at a loss for what it was she might be curious about in terms of their present conversation. Having never seen one of the ancients utilize their glamour before, it catches her completely off guard. "Wh—" Tugging him to a stop and then stepping in front of him to get the full effect, Flora was shocked at just how different the absence of Asta's horns made him look. Lifting a hand as if to smooth her fingers over the place where his antlers had once been, the queen quickly thinks better of it as she grins. "So are they...gone gone? Or..." Raising her brows, she nods toward his head, wondering if she traced the space above his hair if she'd bump into invisible tines.
