your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora raises her eyes toward the butcher, doing her best not to harshly sigh out the breath growing stale in the back of her throat. Jack...was probably protective of her; he'd said he'd kill for her, which was possibly the same thing. But she wasn't so sure she could go as far to say that the captain wanted nothing more than her happiness.
Asta's laughter eases the fingers of doubt she feels curling in around her heart, and the queen finds she's able to grin up at him in response. "I always said you were one of the good ones, didn't I?" Nudging him softly, Flora beams at him. "I don't think I can do that." She admits, her blue-green eyes gazing into the honey darkness of his own, before shaking her head slightly. "Maybe I don't deserve to be loved by someone if I don't love them like that, but...I don't know how I'd stay if they didn't feel it back." Whereas Flora could easily admit the butcher remaining stalwart in his affections no matter what Danta did or didn't do, she wasn't anywhere near selfless enough to give her life to a man who didn't love her in return. "Is that a terrible thing to say?"
Wrinkling her nose affectionately, grateful for the shift in tone, Flora laughs at the mental image of a closet full of pillowcases and the butcher and Maverick constantly covered in feathers. "And for spooning too, I imagine." Said perhaps a touch leadingly if only because if the butcher was always the big spoon then there'd never be any worry about such things, as his antlers emerge along with the rest of his usual traits, Flora happily matches the drama he'd just displayed by theatrically sagging with relief. "Oh gods, so much better." She agrees
Asta's laughter eases the fingers of doubt she feels curling in around her heart, and the queen finds she's able to grin up at him in response. "I always said you were one of the good ones, didn't I?" Nudging him softly, Flora beams at him. "I don't think I can do that." She admits, her blue-green eyes gazing into the honey darkness of his own, before shaking her head slightly. "Maybe I don't deserve to be loved by someone if I don't love them like that, but...I don't know how I'd stay if they didn't feel it back." Whereas Flora could easily admit the butcher remaining stalwart in his affections no matter what Danta did or didn't do, she wasn't anywhere near selfless enough to give her life to a man who didn't love her in return. "Is that a terrible thing to say?"
Wrinkling her nose affectionately, grateful for the shift in tone, Flora laughs at the mental image of a closet full of pillowcases and the butcher and Maverick constantly covered in feathers. "And for spooning too, I imagine." Said perhaps a touch leadingly if only because if the butcher was always the big spoon then there'd never be any worry about such things, as his antlers emerge along with the rest of his usual traits, Flora happily matches the drama he'd just displayed by theatrically sagging with relief. "Oh gods, so much better." She agrees
