flora
Flora makes a quiet noise of sympathy, though her lips still curl into something soft and playful as she shifts her weight against him, comfortable and unguarded. "Well, I won’t hold it against you," she teases lightly, eyes sparkling as she tips her head to glance up at him through her lashes. "I mean, you always look wonderfully handsome to meee." Her voice trails off a good deal more suggestively than it normally would, before fading into a warm laugh.
When he asks about Torchline, Flora wrinkles her nose with a dramatic sigh, leaning slightly into the comforting warmth of his arm. "Torchline got stuffy. Lots of men, lots of opinions, lots of men with opinions—you know how it goes," she says breezily, waving a hand dismissively before her expression brightens again. "But Stormbreak? Oh my gods, Asta, it's so wonderfully clear up here." She beams up at him. "Everything feels... simpler, y'know?"
Yet the violet haze in her thoughts doesn't stop her from noticing the shadows under his eyes, the faint strain behind the careful mask of his smile. A delicate crease forms between her brows, concern edging into her gaze even as she maintains her casual drape against him. "Hey, are you okay? What's been going on?" she asks gently, fingers brushing lightly against his arm again, though this time the touch is more careful, more tender. "Can I do anything to help?"
When he asks about Torchline, Flora wrinkles her nose with a dramatic sigh, leaning slightly into the comforting warmth of his arm. "Torchline got stuffy. Lots of men, lots of opinions, lots of men with opinions—you know how it goes," she says breezily, waving a hand dismissively before her expression brightens again. "But Stormbreak? Oh my gods, Asta, it's so wonderfully clear up here." She beams up at him. "Everything feels... simpler, y'know?"
Yet the violet haze in her thoughts doesn't stop her from noticing the shadows under his eyes, the faint strain behind the careful mask of his smile. A delicate crease forms between her brows, concern edging into her gaze even as she maintains her casual drape against him. "Hey, are you okay? What's been going on?" she asks gently, fingers brushing lightly against his arm again, though this time the touch is more careful, more tender. "Can I do anything to help?"
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
