flora
Flora’s carefully maintained pout instantly softens into something brighter, more relieved, as Danta slips down to greet her. Honestly, just hearing him drag out her name like that—like she's simultaneously a queen and his favorite kitten—makes half her troubles evaporate on the spot. "Oh you,” Flora purrs, a grin slipping effortlessly onto her lips as she flips one edge of her cloak dramatically. Her aqua eyes catch the low, golden lamplight, playful and conspiratorial, adoring the Maverick for his compliments.
Her gaze flickers over to his empty glass and back, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised in playful judgment. She shifts her weight, settling into the space with a casual ease despite her lingering irritation. "Please, as if you have to ask," she teases, rolling her eyes lightly as she loosens her cloak, letting it drape stylishly around her shoulders. "Whiskey, neat—and maybe, like, generously poured? Today’s already been a whole thing."
Flora sighs theatrically, curls bouncing as she shakes her head, before leaning in conspiratorially. "Have you and Asta ever like...been talking and suddenly it's a fight and you didn't even realize it was?"
Her gaze flickers over to his empty glass and back, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised in playful judgment. She shifts her weight, settling into the space with a casual ease despite her lingering irritation. "Please, as if you have to ask," she teases, rolling her eyes lightly as she loosens her cloak, letting it drape stylishly around her shoulders. "Whiskey, neat—and maybe, like, generously poured? Today’s already been a whole thing."
Flora sighs theatrically, curls bouncing as she shakes her head, before leaning in conspiratorially. "Have you and Asta ever like...been talking and suddenly it's a fight and you didn't even realize it was?"
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
