i can't help it if i want to kiss you in the rain, so
Flora hums in agreement, gaze dropping to her cocktail as her steps slow just a fraction, brow knitting as she turns the idea over. Packing up an entire life, leaving behind places and habits and histories, all of it condensed into boxes and goodbyes. She wonders whether she should have pushed harder when her brother insisted he had all the help he needed, whether being needed is sometimes quieter than being asked. Should she be up in Stormbreak, helping Mateo?
The queen glances sideways at Danta and flashes him a grin. "I was only around Asta once last Leafchange," she says, amused, voice warm with memory. "He did keep all of him to himself, but yeah I could for sure tell a difference." Her lashes flutter with exaggerated affection, the look playful and entirely sincere, like she’s sharing a favourite anecdote rather than a warning.
As his thanks lands, Flora slows enough to turn her attention fully to him, nodding softly. "No, of course not," she says, the reassurance immediate, her expression gentling as she looks up at him. "I’ll take care of it." There’s no bravado in it, just quiet certainty, the kind that doesn’t need to announce itself.
Then her gaze lifts ahead, catching sight of Asta near the hottub, and her smile sharpens into something mischievous. "In the meantime," she adds lightly, already angling her steps that way, "I can try to convince Asta to extend your vacation."
~FIN
The queen glances sideways at Danta and flashes him a grin. "I was only around Asta once last Leafchange," she says, amused, voice warm with memory. "He did keep all of him to himself, but yeah I could for sure tell a difference." Her lashes flutter with exaggerated affection, the look playful and entirely sincere, like she’s sharing a favourite anecdote rather than a warning.
As his thanks lands, Flora slows enough to turn her attention fully to him, nodding softly. "No, of course not," she says, the reassurance immediate, her expression gentling as she looks up at him. "I’ll take care of it." There’s no bravado in it, just quiet certainty, the kind that doesn’t need to announce itself.
Then her gaze lifts ahead, catching sight of Asta near the hottub, and her smile sharpens into something mischievous. "In the meantime," she adds lightly, already angling her steps that way, "I can try to convince Asta to extend your vacation."
~FIN
