you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora barely flicks her gaze past Asta’s shoulder, her disinterest evident in the lazy, half-hearted way she scans the crowd. Maea. Of course; but if the pale Ancient was here, well, that was her problem, not Flora’s. She wasn’t about to waste her time, or her mood, on someone so utterly irrelevant.
Instead, she lets her focus settle back where it belongs: on the butcher, on the heat of his hand at her back, on the easy, fluid way they move together. They really do make a striking pair, don’t they? Dark and light, sharp edges softened only by the way they seem to fit just right, moving in sync as if they’ve done this a hundred times before as opposed to what their past together was actually like.
Tilting her head up at him, she lets her smirk curl slow and knowing, her lashes fluttering just enough to be intentional. "I think I’ll survive," she murmurs, her voice dripping with faux relief as if Maea’s presence was a genuine threat to her well-being rather than just a minor irritation. And then, because dwelling on that is far too boring, she shifts the conversation somewhere far more interesting. "Have you thought about how you’re going to pay Danta back yet?" She muses, her smirk deepening. "I mean, the surprise party was obviously a success—he’d never have pulled off that level of drama for anyone but you." Asta hating surprises made it all the better, really. "So, naturally, I think it’s only fair you return the favour."
Instead, she lets her focus settle back where it belongs: on the butcher, on the heat of his hand at her back, on the easy, fluid way they move together. They really do make a striking pair, don’t they? Dark and light, sharp edges softened only by the way they seem to fit just right, moving in sync as if they’ve done this a hundred times before as opposed to what their past together was actually like.
Tilting her head up at him, she lets her smirk curl slow and knowing, her lashes fluttering just enough to be intentional. "I think I’ll survive," she murmurs, her voice dripping with faux relief as if Maea’s presence was a genuine threat to her well-being rather than just a minor irritation. And then, because dwelling on that is far too boring, she shifts the conversation somewhere far more interesting. "Have you thought about how you’re going to pay Danta back yet?" She muses, her smirk deepening. "I mean, the surprise party was obviously a success—he’d never have pulled off that level of drama for anyone but you." Asta hating surprises made it all the better, really. "So, naturally, I think it’s only fair you return the favour."
