this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora’s bedroom is a decadent little sanctuary—her crown jewel of comfort and excess. Her massive bed dominates the room, piled with pillows in various shades of coral, teal, and shimmering gold. The bedding itself is a sea of cool silk sheets and plush, sand-soft throws, the whole ensemble scented faintly of citrus, salt, and the lingering trace of expensive perfume. The walls are a soft, sun-drenched ivory, accented with woven tapestries and framed sketches of seashells, stars, and old skyships. A wide arched window lets in the moonlight, casting long silver stripes across the polished wood floor.
As Danta saunters in, Flora lifts her hands and waggles her fingers like a misbehaving siren luring sailors to their doom. "Get in here, rule-breaker,," she grins, flopping backward onto the centre of the bed with a dramatic sigh.
When Asta enters next—smelling faintly like citrus and cleanliness—she sits up just enough to shoot him a sly smile. "Before we get too cozy, any nighttime habits I should know about?" she asks, lifting her brows. "I was tempted to put Asta in the middle to keep him from getting tooooo jealous," she drawls, glancing up at him and wrinkling her nose affectionately, "butttttt is that..." Pausing, the queen tilts her head to the side, letting her gaze sweep back and forth between the duo. "..smart?"
Danta could always go in the middle so long as the butcher was all right with his lover being forced to spoon her.
As Danta saunters in, Flora lifts her hands and waggles her fingers like a misbehaving siren luring sailors to their doom. "Get in here, rule-breaker,," she grins, flopping backward onto the centre of the bed with a dramatic sigh.
When Asta enters next—smelling faintly like citrus and cleanliness—she sits up just enough to shoot him a sly smile. "Before we get too cozy, any nighttime habits I should know about?" she asks, lifting her brows. "I was tempted to put Asta in the middle to keep him from getting tooooo jealous," she drawls, glancing up at him and wrinkling her nose affectionately, "butttttt is that..." Pausing, the queen tilts her head to the side, letting her gaze sweep back and forth between the duo. "..smart?"
Danta could always go in the middle so long as the butcher was all right with his lover being forced to spoon her.
