flora
Flora hears exactly what sits beneath Danta’s tone, the cool edge glinting like a warning shard of ice beneath velvet, but she only lets her shoulders rise and fall in a soft, untroubled shrug. The motion slides her sweater lower along one shoulder, and she nudges her wine glass toward him without thinking as he tops it up. "If keeping my clothes on keeps the person I love happy," she says lightly, a ribbon of warmth through the words, "then I’m happy to do it." Her aqua eyes flick toward him with a playful spark, lips curling into something bright and knowingly teasing. "Don’t tell me you and Asta don’t have some rules in your relationship to keep everyone happy."
Her relief at his confidence in Asta’s forgiveness loosens her posture, and she hums a pleased sound before promptly rolling her eyes toward the blanket canopy. "Well, Kai is apparently going with Charlie to see Dygra," she says, matching Danta’s fanged grin with a knowingly theatrical groan. "So I guess I’ll have to wait and see if he comes back an Ancient or not."
The idea hangs there long enough to sparkle with humour before she sips her wine again, leaning back on one hand, curls brushing a pillow. Then her whole expression brightens like a lantern flame catching an unexpected breeze. She mirrors Danta’s eyebrow bounce with one of her own, delighted and wicked. "All I know about what Asta’s planning is that he said it wasn’t the sort of thing I’d like." Her grin sharpens, slow and smooth, a gleam that promises trouble wrapped in silk. "So I bet you can guess exactly what sorts of things it’ll involve for you."
Her relief at his confidence in Asta’s forgiveness loosens her posture, and she hums a pleased sound before promptly rolling her eyes toward the blanket canopy. "Well, Kai is apparently going with Charlie to see Dygra," she says, matching Danta’s fanged grin with a knowingly theatrical groan. "So I guess I’ll have to wait and see if he comes back an Ancient or not."
The idea hangs there long enough to sparkle with humour before she sips her wine again, leaning back on one hand, curls brushing a pillow. Then her whole expression brightens like a lantern flame catching an unexpected breeze. She mirrors Danta’s eyebrow bounce with one of her own, delighted and wicked. "All I know about what Asta’s planning is that he said it wasn’t the sort of thing I’d like." Her grin sharpens, slow and smooth, a gleam that promises trouble wrapped in silk. "So I bet you can guess exactly what sorts of things it’ll involve for you."
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
