flora
Flora’s laughter spills out warm and bright, her curls bouncing as she shakes her head at herself because yes, she absolutely hears how ridiculous it sounds to imply that young love makes even missionary feel like some sort of mystical revelation. And yet... gods, it does, turning even the simplest position into something heady and golden.
Her grin lingers as Danta mentions their last shared indulgence, and she bites gently at the inside of her lip, memory humming through her like a warm tide. The hidden room at the back of the Hanged Man, the delicious chaos of it, the hands on her, Danta and Asta's voices, the way everything blurred and sharpened at once....Her sigh comes out soft and wistful before she reins it in, because no part of her would ever cheat on Kaisel, but gods, that threesome had been good.
She winks at Danta just as he groans dramatically, and she’s halfway into laughing again when the entire fort collapses over them, smothering her in a plush avalanche of Dusklight linens. She lets out a theatrical gasp, swaddled like a particularly dramatic caterpillar, and begins swimming through the fallen sheets, emerging back into the office with her curls tousled and her sweater slightly more off-shoulder than before.
With a reluctant sigh, she re-buttons her jeans, wincing as comfort is sacrificed to decency. Then she loops her arm through Danta’s with a flourish and a grin, tugging him toward the hall. "Come on," she says, stepping back into the velvet glow of the Dusklight. "Let's go find my troublemaker."
~FIN
Her grin lingers as Danta mentions their last shared indulgence, and she bites gently at the inside of her lip, memory humming through her like a warm tide. The hidden room at the back of the Hanged Man, the delicious chaos of it, the hands on her, Danta and Asta's voices, the way everything blurred and sharpened at once....Her sigh comes out soft and wistful before she reins it in, because no part of her would ever cheat on Kaisel, but gods, that threesome had been good.
She winks at Danta just as he groans dramatically, and she’s halfway into laughing again when the entire fort collapses over them, smothering her in a plush avalanche of Dusklight linens. She lets out a theatrical gasp, swaddled like a particularly dramatic caterpillar, and begins swimming through the fallen sheets, emerging back into the office with her curls tousled and her sweater slightly more off-shoulder than before.
With a reluctant sigh, she re-buttons her jeans, wincing as comfort is sacrificed to decency. Then she loops her arm through Danta’s with a flourish and a grin, tugging him toward the hall. "Come on," she says, stepping back into the velvet glow of the Dusklight. "Let's go find my troublemaker."
~FIN
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
