you look like my next mistake
"So I’m not even allowed to call you—" Flora’s voice tilts upward with theatrical disbelief as she slips just inside the doorway, her mouth shaping the forbidden word in an exaggerated, silent baby before her brows lift in a slow, playful challenge, as if daring him to penalize her for something that technically never existed in sound.
Her hand stays at his waist, fingers not so much resting as roaming, tracing the line of his shirt with a kind of absent-minded greed that isn’t absent at all, her gaze flicking over him in quick, unashamed passes that linger just long enough to suggest she’s already halfway through undressing him in her head. The face paint helps dull the urge to tear his clothes off entirely given the comical effect, but it does very little to dull the fact that otherwise, he looks hot as fuck.
The Dusklight opens around them in a bloom of heat and colour, red and gold pressing in like a held breath, glitter catching in her lashes as she takes it in with a slow sweep of her eyes, the whole place humming with anticipation and indulgence in equal measure. Flora doesn’t pause long enough to be swallowed by it, though; instead, she tips her chin just enough to catch Dantalion and Astaroth in her periphery, offering them a bright, knowing wink that lands somewhere between greeting and mischief before she’s already guiding Kaisel further inside, her hand tightening slightly at his waist to steer him away from the hosts.
She leans in as they move, close enough that her voice slips beneath the noise without needing to fight it, her breath warm against his ear as her lips barely move. "It’s Leafchange," she murmurs, the words threaded with a quiet sort of amusement that doesn’t quite hide the warning beneath it, "so avoiding Asta is absolutely a must for you, and it’s probably best you don’t even really look at Danta too long."
Her hand stays at his waist, fingers not so much resting as roaming, tracing the line of his shirt with a kind of absent-minded greed that isn’t absent at all, her gaze flicking over him in quick, unashamed passes that linger just long enough to suggest she’s already halfway through undressing him in her head. The face paint helps dull the urge to tear his clothes off entirely given the comical effect, but it does very little to dull the fact that otherwise, he looks hot as fuck.
The Dusklight opens around them in a bloom of heat and colour, red and gold pressing in like a held breath, glitter catching in her lashes as she takes it in with a slow sweep of her eyes, the whole place humming with anticipation and indulgence in equal measure. Flora doesn’t pause long enough to be swallowed by it, though; instead, she tips her chin just enough to catch Dantalion and Astaroth in her periphery, offering them a bright, knowing wink that lands somewhere between greeting and mischief before she’s already guiding Kaisel further inside, her hand tightening slightly at his waist to steer him away from the hosts.
She leans in as they move, close enough that her voice slips beneath the noise without needing to fight it, her breath warm against his ear as her lips barely move. "It’s Leafchange," she murmurs, the words threaded with a quiet sort of amusement that doesn’t quite hide the warning beneath it, "so avoiding Asta is absolutely a must for you, and it’s probably best you don’t even really look at Danta too long."
