yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
The bonfire answers her sprinkle of dust with a roar of colour; Flora’s paused mid-sip when the sky splits open with another, louder sound that ripples down her spine. Her eyes narrow against the glare, lashes catching firelight as a black shape corkscrews through the dark; even without stars she can trace the line of it cleanly enough to know that there was a dragon up there, which would make the speck clinging to its neck almost definitely her boyfriend. Before she can decide if she’s going to wave him down or pretend she hasn’t noticed, heat blooms at her side with a familiar purr at her ear.
She glances, and the beam that takes her face is instant and unfeigned; her arm curves around Dantalion ’s shoulders in the same motion she leans into him, careful not to jostle Spice where the little dragon is a cool, pearly weight at her collarbone. "You came!" she crows, delighted, voice bright enough to catch and carry over the music. Over his shoulder she finds Astaroth, meeting the butcher’s sharp grin with a flash of her own and tipping her cheek into his kiss with a pleased, approving hum. "I’ve missed you, both of you," she adds, the words warm as the firelight that gilds her jewellery. "You look devastatingly good, by the way."
She rises from her driftwood throne in one liquid, unbothered motion, the slouchy sweater sliding off one shoulder like it wants an introduction to the night air; loose pants whisper against her calves, anklets chiming softly as her feet find the sand. Gold flickers at her throat and hands, her rings catching stray sparks the way shells catch foam. She hooks her fingers gently around Danta’s forearm and offers her free hand to Asta, eyes dancing toward a cluster of lanterns where bottles gleam like trapped sunsets. "Come on. Drinks first, then we’ll stake out a patch by one of the big fires so you don’t freeze." Spice chirrs agreement before settling back onto Flora's chair to wait.
Glancing up at the sky where the black shadow of a dragon has just thrown a line of molten gold over the beach, Flora will glance at her counterparts with a crooked smile. "Friend of yours?"
She glances, and the beam that takes her face is instant and unfeigned; her arm curves around Dantalion ’s shoulders in the same motion she leans into him, careful not to jostle Spice where the little dragon is a cool, pearly weight at her collarbone. "You came!" she crows, delighted, voice bright enough to catch and carry over the music. Over his shoulder she finds Astaroth, meeting the butcher’s sharp grin with a flash of her own and tipping her cheek into his kiss with a pleased, approving hum. "I’ve missed you, both of you," she adds, the words warm as the firelight that gilds her jewellery. "You look devastatingly good, by the way."
She rises from her driftwood throne in one liquid, unbothered motion, the slouchy sweater sliding off one shoulder like it wants an introduction to the night air; loose pants whisper against her calves, anklets chiming softly as her feet find the sand. Gold flickers at her throat and hands, her rings catching stray sparks the way shells catch foam. She hooks her fingers gently around Danta’s forearm and offers her free hand to Asta, eyes dancing toward a cluster of lanterns where bottles gleam like trapped sunsets. "Come on. Drinks first, then we’ll stake out a patch by one of the big fires so you don’t freeze." Spice chirrs agreement before settling back onto Flora's chair to wait.
Glancing up at the sky where the black shadow of a dragon has just thrown a line of molten gold over the beach, Flora will glance at her counterparts with a crooked smile. "Friend of yours?"
real big things I still gotta figure out
