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Flora makes a soft, scandalised noise in the back of her throat at his offer, as if Danta has suggested something truly outrageous and not simply comfort. "There’s no need to bother anyone," she says, though her grin betrays how tempted she’d been by the vision of pajama freedom. "Maybe I’ll just..." Her fingers slip beneath the hem of her sweater and she undoes the top button of her jeans, then a second, a sigh of relief fluttering through her like petals unwinding.
She nestles back into the pillows, tucking a blanket across her lap. At the mention of Asta and Kai, her shoulders rise and fall in a loose shrug, curls tumbling forward as though they want to participate in the conversation. "I have no idea what got into him at the Festival," she admits, a sigh threading through her voice like a warm draft. "I wouldn’t even be surprised if his ex cursed him or something, because that was not like him at all." Her grin curls sharp and amused as she takes another sip, longer this time, letting the wine drape honeyed warmth down her spine.
The idea of rescuing Kai draws a bright spark from her, a conspiratorial gleam. "Yes, absolutely, we’ll go save him if needed. Though I feel like the tea should act as at least a partial shield." The image of Danta dragging this entire blanket fort into the main room tries to bloom in her imagination; she bites her lip to keep from laughing aloud.
When he lounges back, Flora’s gaze softens, and she watches him like someone who enjoys beautiful things, then hums a pleased sound in her throat. "Well, there aren’t any other female rulers in all of Caido," she notes, widening her eyes in exaggerated innocence while very deliberately not saying a thing about the sexism of it. Flora shifts a pillow behind her, sweater slipping off one shoulder, and lifts her glass again. "I’m great. Kai and I are planning a trip up to Halo to see the auroras. And..." Her eyes spark with a shadier shade of excitement. "I bought this map off a very suspicious fellow that supposedly leads to starwhales. It’s probably a dead end, but even if it is, it’ll be fun."
She lets the last word stretch, lazy and content, before tilting her head, curls sliding to one side. "And speaking of fun... has your birthday outing with Asta happened yet?"
She nestles back into the pillows, tucking a blanket across her lap. At the mention of Asta and Kai, her shoulders rise and fall in a loose shrug, curls tumbling forward as though they want to participate in the conversation. "I have no idea what got into him at the Festival," she admits, a sigh threading through her voice like a warm draft. "I wouldn’t even be surprised if his ex cursed him or something, because that was not like him at all." Her grin curls sharp and amused as she takes another sip, longer this time, letting the wine drape honeyed warmth down her spine.
The idea of rescuing Kai draws a bright spark from her, a conspiratorial gleam. "Yes, absolutely, we’ll go save him if needed. Though I feel like the tea should act as at least a partial shield." The image of Danta dragging this entire blanket fort into the main room tries to bloom in her imagination; she bites her lip to keep from laughing aloud.
When he lounges back, Flora’s gaze softens, and she watches him like someone who enjoys beautiful things, then hums a pleased sound in her throat. "Well, there aren’t any other female rulers in all of Caido," she notes, widening her eyes in exaggerated innocence while very deliberately not saying a thing about the sexism of it. Flora shifts a pillow behind her, sweater slipping off one shoulder, and lifts her glass again. "I’m great. Kai and I are planning a trip up to Halo to see the auroras. And..." Her eyes spark with a shadier shade of excitement. "I bought this map off a very suspicious fellow that supposedly leads to starwhales. It’s probably a dead end, but even if it is, it’ll be fun."
She lets the last word stretch, lazy and content, before tilting her head, curls sliding to one side. "And speaking of fun... has your birthday outing with Asta happened yet?"
and if you'd never come for me, I might've drowned in the melancholy
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
