flora
Flora snorts, throwing Danta an exaggeratedly scandalized look before grinning wickedly. "Is it horrible of me to not want to pass along the message? I'm not sure I can stand the thought of widening the circle we already share." Between Asta and Danta having fucking her mom and Sunjata, the degrees of separation between who they'd each been with was now basically at 0 (which was as much Sunjata's fault as it was Danta's).
The heat is instant and overwhelming, curling thickly around her as they approach the water’s edge. Flora sighs, half from relief, half from sheer indulgence, and reaches up to gather her curls into a loose, lazy twist at the back of her head. "But honestly, right? I was so proud. One moment she’s swearing she’s the type who has to be in love, and the next she’s spontaneously combusting all over some hot unicorn attuned man in the middle of the Rainbow Road."
Flora laughs, slipping her arm free from Danta’s to hook her fingers beneath the sweater she'd borrowed, revealing the scandalously small bikini beneath. In fact, it wasn't even a bikini but just part of some elaborate costume she'd borrowed from one of the girls at the dusk light. Made entirely of shimmering gold coins, it was waterproof if only because there wasn't anything more than a few scraps of string holding it all together.
She tosses her things carelessly onto a nearby rock, stretching luxuriously as she turns her gaze to the bubbling pools, the steam curling thickly in the dim cavern light. "I'm both as surprised as I'm not to hear that about Asta, though," she purrs.
The heat is instant and overwhelming, curling thickly around her as they approach the water’s edge. Flora sighs, half from relief, half from sheer indulgence, and reaches up to gather her curls into a loose, lazy twist at the back of her head. "But honestly, right? I was so proud. One moment she’s swearing she’s the type who has to be in love, and the next she’s spontaneously combusting all over some hot unicorn attuned man in the middle of the Rainbow Road."
Flora laughs, slipping her arm free from Danta’s to hook her fingers beneath the sweater she'd borrowed, revealing the scandalously small bikini beneath. In fact, it wasn't even a bikini but just part of some elaborate costume she'd borrowed from one of the girls at the dusk light. Made entirely of shimmering gold coins, it was waterproof if only because there wasn't anything more than a few scraps of string holding it all together.
She tosses her things carelessly onto a nearby rock, stretching luxuriously as she turns her gaze to the bubbling pools, the steam curling thickly in the dim cavern light. "I'm both as surprised as I'm not to hear that about Asta, though," she purrs.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
