flora
The Collegium's endless rows of books are suffocating today—at least, that's what Flora tells herself as she wanders down another quiet aisle. She's not being shady at all. Nope. Just your friendly neighbourhood queen, casually browsing books about roses and lilies. Totally not slipping pages from bindings or obscuring critical paragraphs beneath messy swipes of ink. It's fine. It's totally fine.
So absorbed is she in this delicate act of sabotage that she nearly misses him. But the tap-tap of a cane catches her attention, and Flora's aqua gaze lifts sharply, finding a familiar silhouette amidst the dusty shelves. Her lips curl instantly into a sly, secretive smile, all subtle mischief and violet delight.
Slipping the last marked page discreetly back onto the shelf, she glides toward Asta, dress whispering softly around her knees. Her eyes glitter as she sidles right up beside him, close enough that he’ll feel the warmth of her presence before she drapes herself dramatically—and quite uninvited—against him, peering up at him through thick lashes. While Dahlia's kiss hasn't changed her drastically, it has roughened up her normally polished edges a good deal.
"I haven't interrupted you and Danta in some librarian roleplay, have I?" she drawls playfully, voice soft and teasingly conspiratorial.
So absorbed is she in this delicate act of sabotage that she nearly misses him. But the tap-tap of a cane catches her attention, and Flora's aqua gaze lifts sharply, finding a familiar silhouette amidst the dusty shelves. Her lips curl instantly into a sly, secretive smile, all subtle mischief and violet delight.
Slipping the last marked page discreetly back onto the shelf, she glides toward Asta, dress whispering softly around her knees. Her eyes glitter as she sidles right up beside him, close enough that he’ll feel the warmth of her presence before she drapes herself dramatically—and quite uninvited—against him, peering up at him through thick lashes. While Dahlia's kiss hasn't changed her drastically, it has roughened up her normally polished edges a good deal.
"I haven't interrupted you and Danta in some librarian roleplay, have I?" she drawls playfully, voice soft and teasingly conspiratorial.
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
