slow down, you're doing fine
Flora fixes the butcher with the biggest mmhmm she’s ever produced, widening her eyes at him in a look that says yes, yes, you have your ways, but none of them replace actually reassuring your poor partner, Asta. It’s affectionate, indulgent, and very clearly not her business, however dearly she loves the two of them. She lets it slide with a soft laugh, brushing her curls back from her damp cheeks.
"We’re doing a double date with karaoke," she declares, grinning wickedly. "I don’t care when, I don’t care how, but I’m dragging you both there myself if I have to."
But then Asta is whispering to her and nothing could have prepared her for the words leaving his mouth. Her inhale is sharp and bright and real; not a shred of dramatics to be found. Her aqua eyes fly wide, mouth falling open in pure, unfiltered shock. It lasts only a heartbeat before it bursts into movement; she’s up half out of the water, twisting toward him, and then she’s on him, arms thrown fiercely around his neck with absolutely no thought for bruises or tenderness.
"Shut up, shut up!" she cries into the warm line of his throat, voice bubbling with joy as she hugs him hard enough to ripple the surface of the hot tub. It’s fierce, adoring, and unstoppable; her whole heart thrown at him in one delighted tackle. It takes her a moment to remember he’s injured, and when she pulls back, it’s only far enough to cup his face in her hands and stare into those dark brown eyes that she has always loved far more than she ever meant to.
"Oh my gods," she breathes, beaming brightly. "Does he know? Will it be a surprise? Do you already have the ring?" Her voice is an eager, breathless tumble, every word steeped in unwavering excitement, tears of joy trembling at the edges of her lashes and she looks like she might launch herself at him again at the slightest excuse.
"We’re doing a double date with karaoke," she declares, grinning wickedly. "I don’t care when, I don’t care how, but I’m dragging you both there myself if I have to."
But then Asta is whispering to her and nothing could have prepared her for the words leaving his mouth. Her inhale is sharp and bright and real; not a shred of dramatics to be found. Her aqua eyes fly wide, mouth falling open in pure, unfiltered shock. It lasts only a heartbeat before it bursts into movement; she’s up half out of the water, twisting toward him, and then she’s on him, arms thrown fiercely around his neck with absolutely no thought for bruises or tenderness.
"Shut up, shut up!" she cries into the warm line of his throat, voice bubbling with joy as she hugs him hard enough to ripple the surface of the hot tub. It’s fierce, adoring, and unstoppable; her whole heart thrown at him in one delighted tackle. It takes her a moment to remember he’s injured, and when she pulls back, it’s only far enough to cup his face in her hands and stare into those dark brown eyes that she has always loved far more than she ever meant to.
"Oh my gods," she breathes, beaming brightly. "Does he know? Will it be a surprise? Do you already have the ring?" Her voice is an eager, breathless tumble, every word steeped in unwavering excitement, tears of joy trembling at the edges of her lashes and she looks like she might launch herself at him again at the slightest excuse.
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
