& if you never bleed you're never gonna grow
The moment Flora catches sight of Asta, her smirk deepens, her aqua eyes gleaming with something sharp and knowing as she watches the realization dawn across his face. It’s rare to catch the butcher off guard, and for that alone, she finds herself delighting in it—especially knowing exactly who orchestrated this little surprise.
But before she steps away to greet him, her gaze flicks up to Jack, and though he’s already heard every thought that’s tumbled through her mind at the sight of him, she still leans in, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she whispers, sultry and teasing, "Gods, you look good."
However as she pulls away, a flicker of something else lingers in her thoughts—because aside from Koa, every single person Flora has ever fucked is in this room. Wonderful. Not that she feels any guilt about it (gods, no), but it does have her considering what, exactly, Jack might be picking up on when she approaches Danta and Asta. Maybe that’s why she lets the next words slip, her voice low and teasing as her fingers graze lightly over the back of his hand before pulling away. "We could always stay the night. Give me a chance to show you what I was practicing with Danta, " she suggests. The memory of her encounter with the Maverick is a warm, wicked thing that curls around her like the flickering firelight, though the heat of it memory has everything to do with what might come of it with Jack.
Barely resisting the urge to grin, the queen finally turns her attention to the birthday boy after tipping a sly wink in Danta's direction. "Asta!" Flora beams, stepping forward and spreading her arms in invitation. Whether he accepts the hug or not is up to him, but it doesn’t stop her from pressing the carefully wrapped gift into his hands, her head tilting in smug satisfaction. "Happy birthday, old man," she teases, flashing him a wide smile. Within, Asta will find a ruby pocket boutonniere that she had made just for him. Deep ruby gems, polished to a fiery shine, set in a silver frame shaped like curling horns—his horns.
But before she steps away to greet him, her gaze flicks up to Jack, and though he’s already heard every thought that’s tumbled through her mind at the sight of him, she still leans in, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she whispers, sultry and teasing, "Gods, you look good."
However as she pulls away, a flicker of something else lingers in her thoughts—because aside from Koa, every single person Flora has ever fucked is in this room. Wonderful. Not that she feels any guilt about it (gods, no), but it does have her considering what, exactly, Jack might be picking up on when she approaches Danta and Asta. Maybe that’s why she lets the next words slip, her voice low and teasing as her fingers graze lightly over the back of his hand before pulling away. "We could always stay the night. Give me a chance to show you what I was practicing with Danta, " she suggests. The memory of her encounter with the Maverick is a warm, wicked thing that curls around her like the flickering firelight, though the heat of it memory has everything to do with what might come of it with Jack.
Barely resisting the urge to grin, the queen finally turns her attention to the birthday boy after tipping a sly wink in Danta's direction. "Asta!" Flora beams, stepping forward and spreading her arms in invitation. Whether he accepts the hug or not is up to him, but it doesn’t stop her from pressing the carefully wrapped gift into his hands, her head tilting in smug satisfaction. "Happy birthday, old man," she teases, flashing him a wide smile. Within, Asta will find a ruby pocket boutonniere that she had made just for him. Deep ruby gems, polished to a fiery shine, set in a silver frame shaped like curling horns—his horns.
