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Flora’s lips twitch at the question, and she shakes her head with a grim sort of amusement, because unfortunately the answer is exactly as irritating as he probably expects. "I’m pretty sure I’ve heard my dads say that if, like, someone channelled one of them to attack the other, they could avoid it," she says, brows lifting as if this is the absolute bare minimum of divine personal boundaries and even that has apparently needed clarifying at some point. "But more or less? You’re pretty point and shoot."
She takes another sip of her mimosa while his suggestion unfurls between them, and the laugh that follows is bright enough to warm the edge of the subject back into something bearable. "I could not agree more," Flora says immediately. "Honestly, maybe we could open up channelling-wishlists at all our favourite stores so people know what to get us." There was nothing worse than being sent an edible arrangement, after all.
Tilting her head, Flora lets the mischief settle into something more curious as she studies Asta over the rim of her glass. "Wellllllllllllll," she says, stretching the word out until it practically lounges across the bar between them. "If you want, I can channel you so you can see how it feels." The offer is bright, but not careless; beneath the tease there is the faintest flicker of understanding, because as much as Flora is absolutely the sort of person to test a new ability for the drama of it, she also knows there is a difference between surprise and ambush, especially when the subject is being yanked out of oneself by a thread someone else is holding. Her fingers tap lightly against the glass, and then her grin returns at an angle.
"Or, it isn’t really channelling anymore, but I have Rescue, which pulls you through just the same, although I can’t make you do anything."
She takes another sip of her mimosa while his suggestion unfurls between them, and the laugh that follows is bright enough to warm the edge of the subject back into something bearable. "I could not agree more," Flora says immediately. "Honestly, maybe we could open up channelling-wishlists at all our favourite stores so people know what to get us." There was nothing worse than being sent an edible arrangement, after all.
Tilting her head, Flora lets the mischief settle into something more curious as she studies Asta over the rim of her glass. "Wellllllllllllll," she says, stretching the word out until it practically lounges across the bar between them. "If you want, I can channel you so you can see how it feels." The offer is bright, but not careless; beneath the tease there is the faintest flicker of understanding, because as much as Flora is absolutely the sort of person to test a new ability for the drama of it, she also knows there is a difference between surprise and ambush, especially when the subject is being yanked out of oneself by a thread someone else is holding. Her fingers tap lightly against the glass, and then her grin returns at an angle.
"Or, it isn’t really channelling anymore, but I have Rescue, which pulls you through just the same, although I can’t make you do anything."
I hope you're wetting your appetite, finding your way into someone's eyes
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
