flora
Flora laughs, the sound bright and bubbling up from her chest until it spills across the cluttered table of lantern scraps and wine. "Gods, when Danta told me how much quality time you two were spending together," she says, drawing out the words with deliberate scandal, "I just rolled my eyes. Even when he threatened to curse me with a partner who behaved the same." Her grin is wicked, but there’s fondness threaded right through the edges of it. "It's always nice to be wanted, after all."
She leans back in the booth, curls spilling across her shoulder as she tips her wine toward him in a little salute. "And at least now you know, right? Next year, you can just stock up on high-protein foods so the two of you don’t end up as exhausted." Her brows bounce as she flashes him a grin sharp enough to rival his own. "Plenty of fuel for all that stamina."
Flora tips her glass back for one last sip before setting it down among the clutter, her gaze sweeping over the mess of fabric, bone, shards, and string they’ve turned into something far more beautiful. A satisfied sigh curls out of her, shoulders softening as she takes it all in. "Look at us," she murmurs, lips tugging into a grin that lights bright against the lantern glow. "Who knew we’d make such a good crafting team?"
Turning her smile on him, eyes glinting with both mischief and gratitude, she leans her chin into her palm. "Thanks for helping with this, Asta. Truly. I’ll treasure these little lanterns just as much as I hope the spirits will."
She leans back in the booth, curls spilling across her shoulder as she tips her wine toward him in a little salute. "And at least now you know, right? Next year, you can just stock up on high-protein foods so the two of you don’t end up as exhausted." Her brows bounce as she flashes him a grin sharp enough to rival his own. "Plenty of fuel for all that stamina."
Flora tips her glass back for one last sip before setting it down among the clutter, her gaze sweeping over the mess of fabric, bone, shards, and string they’ve turned into something far more beautiful. A satisfied sigh curls out of her, shoulders softening as she takes it all in. "Look at us," she murmurs, lips tugging into a grin that lights bright against the lantern glow. "Who knew we’d make such a good crafting team?"
Turning her smile on him, eyes glinting with both mischief and gratitude, she leans her chin into her palm. "Thanks for helping with this, Asta. Truly. I’ll treasure these little lanterns just as much as I hope the spirits will."
you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart
you're either falling in love or falling apart
