flora
Flora’s smile curves with something rich and sultry, a honeyed chuckle slipping past her lips as she lifts one brow in mock contemplation. "Well then," she murmurs, spoon twirling idly in the sundae, "I suppose I ought to start practising. I’ve never kicked anyone to their knees before—though I imagine it’s all in the angle."
A flush warms her cheeks again, though this time it’s not just from the wine. Her fingers tighten a little around the curve of the glass, lifting it partway before setting it back down again. "If you like being watched," she says, voice light with curiosity and just a hint of amusement, "there are rooms in the House of Midnight that specialize in exactly that. I’ve been told some even come with built-in audiences."
At the topic of pain, she wrinkles her nose prettily and shakes her head. "It’s never really been for me," she admits, almost shy now, though it’s tempered by a thoughtful shrug. "But I get it." Her mind flickers briefly to Asta’s teeth and Danta’s nails, but her tone stays casual, warm. “"Not my favourite flavour, but I don’t mind being—" Her words trail off as Neron speaks again.
The compliment lands like a soft thud in her chest, knocking the rest of her sentence right out of her mouth. Her smile turns unmistakably pleased, delighted in that way she can’t quite hide. She turns her face away for a beat, lifting her wineglass like a shield and ducking slightly behind it, though the angle can’t quite disguise the way her mouth curves. "If nothing else," she manages, once her voice is steady again, "you’re certainly living up to the charming requirement from Vai even though I'm no longer searching for a prince." Or a Duke.
A flush warms her cheeks again, though this time it’s not just from the wine. Her fingers tighten a little around the curve of the glass, lifting it partway before setting it back down again. "If you like being watched," she says, voice light with curiosity and just a hint of amusement, "there are rooms in the House of Midnight that specialize in exactly that. I’ve been told some even come with built-in audiences."
At the topic of pain, she wrinkles her nose prettily and shakes her head. "It’s never really been for me," she admits, almost shy now, though it’s tempered by a thoughtful shrug. "But I get it." Her mind flickers briefly to Asta’s teeth and Danta’s nails, but her tone stays casual, warm. “"Not my favourite flavour, but I don’t mind being—" Her words trail off as Neron speaks again.
The compliment lands like a soft thud in her chest, knocking the rest of her sentence right out of her mouth. Her smile turns unmistakably pleased, delighted in that way she can’t quite hide. She turns her face away for a beat, lifting her wineglass like a shield and ducking slightly behind it, though the angle can’t quite disguise the way her mouth curves. "If nothing else," she manages, once her voice is steady again, "you’re certainly living up to the charming requirement from Vai even though I'm no longer searching for a prince." Or a Duke.
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
