slow down, you're doing fine
Flora raises her brows in the most conspiratorial way she can muster, and normally—normally—she wouldn’t even consider lying to Kaisel about anything. But this? This is different. This is delicious. Her grin curves slow and wicked, eyes glittering with mischief as she nods. "Deal," she says, sealing it with a playful flick of her fingers in the water. "And for the record, I want to see his surprise too. I can’t wait to watch his whole face fall apart when he hears you."
Then she’s in his arms without a thought for delicacy, her joy bright enough to eclipse every bruise on his body. She slides half into his lap in her eagerness, curls sticking to her damp cheeks as she says, "Okayokayokay," nodding fast enough to make the water ripple the moment he tells her Danta doesn’t know. She then beams up at him with a fierce, almost giddy solemnity, nodding so emphatically it borders on oath-taking.
As he explains—voice thickening, edges softening—the fondness in Flora’s expression deepens into something unguarded and warm. She bites her lower lip, unable to stop the way her heart squeezes with tenderness hearing him speak so openly about Danta, about the certainty he carries, about how natural the idea seems to him despite everything he once was. The comment about getting the Maverick into more jewellery makes her roll her eyes fondly, because of course that would be a selling point.
But the moment he says the ring is already being made, Flora gasps as if struck. She releases him only so she can press both hands dramatically over her heart, sinking back into her place beside him like a flower folding under the weight of its own joy. Her whole face glows. "Asta," she breathes, beaming so brightly it borders on dazzled. "I’m really happy for you." And she means it with every scrap of her heart; whole and true, shining with love for the man beside her as well as the one he wanted to be with forever.
Then she’s in his arms without a thought for delicacy, her joy bright enough to eclipse every bruise on his body. She slides half into his lap in her eagerness, curls sticking to her damp cheeks as she says, "Okayokayokay," nodding fast enough to make the water ripple the moment he tells her Danta doesn’t know. She then beams up at him with a fierce, almost giddy solemnity, nodding so emphatically it borders on oath-taking.
As he explains—voice thickening, edges softening—the fondness in Flora’s expression deepens into something unguarded and warm. She bites her lower lip, unable to stop the way her heart squeezes with tenderness hearing him speak so openly about Danta, about the certainty he carries, about how natural the idea seems to him despite everything he once was. The comment about getting the Maverick into more jewellery makes her roll her eyes fondly, because of course that would be a selling point.
But the moment he says the ring is already being made, Flora gasps as if struck. She releases him only so she can press both hands dramatically over her heart, sinking back into her place beside him like a flower folding under the weight of its own joy. Her whole face glows. "Asta," she breathes, beaming so brightly it borders on dazzled. "I’m really happy for you." And she means it with every scrap of her heart; whole and true, shining with love for the man beside her as well as the one he wanted to be with forever.
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
