flora
Flora hums, her lashes fluttering as she imagines the whispers that’ll bloom from this room alone. Not that she’d planned it—none of tonight had been planned—but the image of their party guests racking their brains to guess just what the queen had been doing behind closed doors? That was a reward all its own. (Even if they were all too busy licking salt from throats and cleavage).
As Danta speaks, her gaze drifts downward to meet his, and for a moment the amusement softens into something quieter. She threads her fingers through his hair again, gently carding through the strands as he drinks. "I was gonna spend my last night in my house in Hualani," she admits, her voice low and warm. "Maybe even be pathetic and sleep in Enzo’s old bed before getting evicted."
She tries to smile, and does, after a moment. "But I like to cuddle,”" she adds, a little lighter now. "And I’m not sure the two of you can handle that." Which is, of course, an outrageous lie. The way Asta has coiled around her and Danta has tucked himself across her lap? They’re a blanket fort of affection. But she still smirks, tilting her head just enough to glance up toward the butcher.
When he asks how she’s feeling, the question catches her just slightly. Her eyes flutter half-closed as she rests her temple more firmly against his shoulder, her thumb drawing slow, idle circles across Danta’s temple. "I’ve never actually...done that before," she murmurs. "More than one person, I mean." Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora's smile grows a touch secretive and sly. "But as far as fantasies go? You certainly didn't leave me wanting."
As Danta speaks, her gaze drifts downward to meet his, and for a moment the amusement softens into something quieter. She threads her fingers through his hair again, gently carding through the strands as he drinks. "I was gonna spend my last night in my house in Hualani," she admits, her voice low and warm. "Maybe even be pathetic and sleep in Enzo’s old bed before getting evicted."
She tries to smile, and does, after a moment. "But I like to cuddle,”" she adds, a little lighter now. "And I’m not sure the two of you can handle that." Which is, of course, an outrageous lie. The way Asta has coiled around her and Danta has tucked himself across her lap? They’re a blanket fort of affection. But she still smirks, tilting her head just enough to glance up toward the butcher.
When he asks how she’s feeling, the question catches her just slightly. Her eyes flutter half-closed as she rests her temple more firmly against his shoulder, her thumb drawing slow, idle circles across Danta’s temple. "I’ve never actually...done that before," she murmurs. "More than one person, I mean." Biting at the inside of her cheek, Flora's smile grows a touch secretive and sly. "But as far as fantasies go? You certainly didn't leave me wanting."
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
