ditch the clowns, get the crown
Flora is still blinking the last of the glitter-shock out of her eyes when Kai declares Charlie like a diagnosis, benediction, and weather warning all in one. She nods—slow, wide-eyed, dazed—because honestly that’s the only appropriate response to whatever chaotic hurricane just tore through their personal space.
Her lips finally twitch as he calls her hot, the dramatics in her chest loosening enough for her to roll her eyes in a soft, affectionate arc. "Something tells me she didn’t mean it that way," she murmurs, voice smoothing back into itself, even if the edges still gleam with disbelief. There is no universe in which Charlie’s fire question was metaphorical.
But then he mentions Rupert—calm, grounding, the safe word glowing between them like a shared secret—and Flora’s whole expression shifts. The tension in her shoulders melts, warmth blooming in her chest like the bonfire has climbed inside her ribs. She stretches up in a slow, deliberate rise and presses a kiss against his cheek.
With her arm still looped in his she guides them toward the taffy stall, the scent of sugar and heat growing louder with every step. She’s just about to lift her hand in greeting when motion catches her eye—Dantalion peeling away from Astaroth ’s side with the grace of a cat and the recklessness of a man born to chaos, sprinting straight toward the Everlasting Bonfire.
Flora’s brows shoot up as the Maverick leaps straight through the flames in a splash of gold and crimson sparks. She stops mid-stride, watching him reappear on the other side like he’s been dipped in divine adrenaline. She can’t help it, her mouth curls into a crooked grin as they reach Asta at the stall. "He certainly seems to be getting into the spirit of things," she calls over to the butcher.
Kai and Flora are standing with Asta!
Her lips finally twitch as he calls her hot, the dramatics in her chest loosening enough for her to roll her eyes in a soft, affectionate arc. "Something tells me she didn’t mean it that way," she murmurs, voice smoothing back into itself, even if the edges still gleam with disbelief. There is no universe in which Charlie’s fire question was metaphorical.
But then he mentions Rupert—calm, grounding, the safe word glowing between them like a shared secret—and Flora’s whole expression shifts. The tension in her shoulders melts, warmth blooming in her chest like the bonfire has climbed inside her ribs. She stretches up in a slow, deliberate rise and presses a kiss against his cheek.
With her arm still looped in his she guides them toward the taffy stall, the scent of sugar and heat growing louder with every step. She’s just about to lift her hand in greeting when motion catches her eye—Dantalion peeling away from Astaroth ’s side with the grace of a cat and the recklessness of a man born to chaos, sprinting straight toward the Everlasting Bonfire.
Flora’s brows shoot up as the Maverick leaps straight through the flames in a splash of gold and crimson sparks. She stops mid-stride, watching him reappear on the other side like he’s been dipped in divine adrenaline. She can’t help it, her mouth curls into a crooked grin as they reach Asta at the stall. "He certainly seems to be getting into the spirit of things," she calls over to the butcher.
Kai and Flora are standing with Asta!
Flora
baby i'm the one to beat
