flora
Flora tilts her head, studying Danta through the thick veil of steam, her usual playful smirk lingering but subdued. She’d expected some glib remark, some lazy, offhand flirtation about anchoring himself to the bed instead of the water, but instead, his voice goes quiet, and the shift in his expression—something like shame, but not quite—has her blinking. "He mentioned a bit," she admits after a beat, her voice softer now, less teasing, more thoughtful. She knew, of course, that whatever had happened to Asta in The Climb had been ugly, though to hear that even now the ghosts of past beatings and torture still haunted him?
"We have healers in Torchline that could take care of it, if you ever want it gone completely," she offers in a low voice. "When you're ready, anyway," she adds quickly, knowing sometimes that scars were necessary. The fact that she still bore the reminders of what Pierce had done on her shoulder and belly were evidence enough of that.
"I hate that though..for both of you." Not wanting to press more, instead Flora lets the weight of the heat drag tension from her limbs as she smiles crookedly, trying to pull them both back toward something lighter. "Gods, imagine," she scoffs, her smirk returning with lazy ease, "We'd have a population crisis and the Dusklight would go out of business immediately." She stretches, lazily drifting closer in the water, propping her arms along the smooth stone beside him. "Though, I guess I should be honoured to have survived my...y'know, whatever with him."
"We have healers in Torchline that could take care of it, if you ever want it gone completely," she offers in a low voice. "When you're ready, anyway," she adds quickly, knowing sometimes that scars were necessary. The fact that she still bore the reminders of what Pierce had done on her shoulder and belly were evidence enough of that.
"I hate that though..for both of you." Not wanting to press more, instead Flora lets the weight of the heat drag tension from her limbs as she smiles crookedly, trying to pull them both back toward something lighter. "Gods, imagine," she scoffs, her smirk returning with lazy ease, "We'd have a population crisis and the Dusklight would go out of business immediately." She stretches, lazily drifting closer in the water, propping her arms along the smooth stone beside him. "Though, I guess I should be honoured to have survived my...y'know, whatever with him."
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
