we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora chuckled, her grin widening at Danta’s effortless charm. "Has your tongue always been that silver?" she quipped, a playful tilt of her head sending her curls bouncing over one shoulder. Her aqua eyes sparkled as she rose gracefully from her seat, martini glass in hand.
Trailing behind him as he led the way to the secluded sofa, Flora let her fingers drift lightly over the rich textures of the Dusklight’s décor—the silken curtains, the velvet upholstery, the faint hum of indulgence that seemed to cling to the air. "Asta eating taffy," she mused aloud, her voice soft with amusement. "What a man." With enough comfortable distance between the love triangle they'd all found themselves in and how badly it went wrong, Flora felt free to joke about the butcher as she might anyone else she cared for.
As Danta sank into the plush sofa with all the practiced ease of someone who belonged in such decadence, Flora took the seat opposite him, the martini glass balanced delicately between her fingers. "Oh, we’re drawing them," she murmured, her tone a low purr as she reached out to pull the sheer silk curtains closed. The fabric whispered as it slid into place, muting the noise of the bar and casting their corner in a soft, intimate glow.
Settling back against the cushions, Flora crossed one leg over the other, the movement fluid and deliberate in an attempt to disguise the nervousness she felt. Taking another sip of her drink before opting to down it fully, she set the glass down, already feeling a scarlet blush begin to creep over her cheeks. "I, uhm...well, there's a certain kind of sex toy I was interested in trying, and I'm sure you have one here. But..." Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora's aqua gaze meets Danta's as she offers the Maverick a crooked smile, her hands fidgeting against one of the plush pillows. "...I was also maybe hoping you could help me learn to use it?"
Trailing behind him as he led the way to the secluded sofa, Flora let her fingers drift lightly over the rich textures of the Dusklight’s décor—the silken curtains, the velvet upholstery, the faint hum of indulgence that seemed to cling to the air. "Asta eating taffy," she mused aloud, her voice soft with amusement. "What a man." With enough comfortable distance between the love triangle they'd all found themselves in and how badly it went wrong, Flora felt free to joke about the butcher as she might anyone else she cared for.
As Danta sank into the plush sofa with all the practiced ease of someone who belonged in such decadence, Flora took the seat opposite him, the martini glass balanced delicately between her fingers. "Oh, we’re drawing them," she murmured, her tone a low purr as she reached out to pull the sheer silk curtains closed. The fabric whispered as it slid into place, muting the noise of the bar and casting their corner in a soft, intimate glow.
Settling back against the cushions, Flora crossed one leg over the other, the movement fluid and deliberate in an attempt to disguise the nervousness she felt. Taking another sip of her drink before opting to down it fully, she set the glass down, already feeling a scarlet blush begin to creep over her cheeks. "I, uhm...well, there's a certain kind of sex toy I was interested in trying, and I'm sure you have one here. But..." Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora's aqua gaze meets Danta's as she offers the Maverick a crooked smile, her hands fidgeting against one of the plush pillows. "...I was also maybe hoping you could help me learn to use it?"
