& if you never bleed you're never gonna grow
The moment Flora steps inside the Dusklight, she knows she’s made the right call with the dress.
Midnight blue, cut to perfection, draped over her curves in a way that makes it look almost painted onto her skin, it’s an exact replica of the gown Asta once had made for her. The one she’d sent back to him in shreds after they'd 'broken up'. But tonight is about celebrating the Butcher—and what better way to do that than arriving in a gift he’d once given her?
She looks good, and she knows she looks good, and judging by the way Jack’s eyes had flicked down the deep plunge of her neckline before offering his arm when they'd left the Ark, she’s not the only one who thinks so.
Tucked beneath one arm, Flora carries a carefully wrapped gift for the butcher: A ruby pocket boutonniere that she had commissioned sits carefully wrapped in silk. Deep ruby gems, polished to a fiery shine, set in a silver frame shaped like curling horns—his horns.
"You know all those times I told you I was visiting my ghost friend in the Greatwood?" She turns her gaze up to Jack, lashes fluttering with saccharine innocence. "I was actually helping Danta set up a double surprise party. Just for you." The best part is, it could be true, given the season and given that it was absolutely the sort of shit she'd pull.
Midnight blue, cut to perfection, draped over her curves in a way that makes it look almost painted onto her skin, it’s an exact replica of the gown Asta once had made for her. The one she’d sent back to him in shreds after they'd 'broken up'. But tonight is about celebrating the Butcher—and what better way to do that than arriving in a gift he’d once given her?
She looks good, and she knows she looks good, and judging by the way Jack’s eyes had flicked down the deep plunge of her neckline before offering his arm when they'd left the Ark, she’s not the only one who thinks so.
Tucked beneath one arm, Flora carries a carefully wrapped gift for the butcher: A ruby pocket boutonniere that she had commissioned sits carefully wrapped in silk. Deep ruby gems, polished to a fiery shine, set in a silver frame shaped like curling horns—his horns.
"You know all those times I told you I was visiting my ghost friend in the Greatwood?" She turns her gaze up to Jack, lashes fluttering with saccharine innocence. "I was actually helping Danta set up a double surprise party. Just for you." The best part is, it could be true, given the season and given that it was absolutely the sort of shit she'd pull.
