slow down, you're doing fine
Flora huffs an enormous, theatrical sigh, rolling her eyes skyward as though beseeching the gods for strength in the face of such absurd memories. "Oh, it absolutely was,"she insists, curls bouncing with the force of her indignation. "And then after they burned it down, the three triplets just packed up and moved to King’s End to go be with Jack or whatever." Her hands fling outward in an exasperated flourish, as though presenting the world’s most dramatic disappearing act.
Her expression softens immediately afterward, nose wrinkling in that endearingly affectionate way she never bothers to hide from him. "And yes, I will very happily take you up on the offer. The bar will absolutely benefit from your touch."
When he describes the hunt he’s planned for Danta, Flora chuckles, low and amused, nodding with a wisdom that says oh yes, that all tracks entirely. "No, that probably isn’t a party I’d know my way around," she concedes lightly. "But if you ever want someone to channel a spirit for you two to sink your teeth into for something different..." Her lips pull into a sly smile. "You only have to ask."
She sinks slowly into the hot tub beside him, a luxurious sigh unspooling from her chest as the healing warmth starts seeping into every stubborn knot of tension. For a moment she’s simply quiet, letting the steam embrace her, letting the water rise along the plunge of her swimsuit until it kisses her collarbones. But then he continues—softly, enough to almost vanish beneath the sound of their small waves—and she gasps. It’s theatrical, yes, but it’s also entirely genuine because she cannot fathom the sentence he has just offered her. Her aqua eyes widen, clear shock painted across her face as she turns fully toward him.
"Asta," she breathes, horror and disbelief braided through her voice. "What do you mean? Why would you think that?" The question is gentle but absolutely laden, the kind of stunned refusal that comes only from someone who cannot imagine Danta choosing to step away from the man before her or even be upset at him over a bit of a scrap with some mud. Her curls cling damply to her cheek, and she leans in just a little, as though proximity will help her make sense of something that simply makes none at all.
Her expression softens immediately afterward, nose wrinkling in that endearingly affectionate way she never bothers to hide from him. "And yes, I will very happily take you up on the offer. The bar will absolutely benefit from your touch."
When he describes the hunt he’s planned for Danta, Flora chuckles, low and amused, nodding with a wisdom that says oh yes, that all tracks entirely. "No, that probably isn’t a party I’d know my way around," she concedes lightly. "But if you ever want someone to channel a spirit for you two to sink your teeth into for something different..." Her lips pull into a sly smile. "You only have to ask."
She sinks slowly into the hot tub beside him, a luxurious sigh unspooling from her chest as the healing warmth starts seeping into every stubborn knot of tension. For a moment she’s simply quiet, letting the steam embrace her, letting the water rise along the plunge of her swimsuit until it kisses her collarbones. But then he continues—softly, enough to almost vanish beneath the sound of their small waves—and she gasps. It’s theatrical, yes, but it’s also entirely genuine because she cannot fathom the sentence he has just offered her. Her aqua eyes widen, clear shock painted across her face as she turns fully toward him.
"Asta," she breathes, horror and disbelief braided through her voice. "What do you mean? Why would you think that?" The question is gentle but absolutely laden, the kind of stunned refusal that comes only from someone who cannot imagine Danta choosing to step away from the man before her or even be upset at him over a bit of a scrap with some mud. Her curls cling damply to her cheek, and she leans in just a little, as though proximity will help her make sense of something that simply makes none at all.
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
