this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora hums softly in reply, her fingertips beginning to sweep up and down the length of Asta’s back again in long, languid arcs. Her nails whisper over his skin, light and steady, the motion equal parts reassurance and indulgence as the tension in the room slowly begins to settle around the truth she’s dropped like a stone in still water. "Last time I saw Maea," she murmurs, her voice smooth and thoughtful, "I told her that if she really wanted to make things right with the two of you... that giving you any roses she found might be a good start." Her fingers curl lightly at the base of Asta’s neck before continuing their rhythmic path, her gaze flicking between the two Ancients.
"I don’t know if she's found any since giving me one," Flora admits with a shrug, "buttttttttttt...honestly these days if anyone has any, it's probably her." Her lips curve wryly, but there’s a flicker of real hope there, small, but sincere. Of course the queen had no idea that since that conversation with Maea flowers had been found, and not a one had been sent to the Grounds.
She reaches for her glass again, tipping it toward Danta in silent thanks before taking a sip and letting the chill slide down her throat. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you too were that close. Lemme know if I can do anything."
"I don’t know if she's found any since giving me one," Flora admits with a shrug, "buttttttttttt...honestly these days if anyone has any, it's probably her." Her lips curve wryly, but there’s a flicker of real hope there, small, but sincere. Of course the queen had no idea that since that conversation with Maea flowers had been found, and not a one had been sent to the Grounds.
She reaches for her glass again, tipping it toward Danta in silent thanks before taking a sip and letting the chill slide down her throat. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you too were that close. Lemme know if I can do anything."
