#florabeltane

[mindfullofd4ggers]

Westray's Holiday Event - MERRY CHRISTMAS -- OR NOT?

Veronica Avery puts aside her hunter duties for the evening and chooses to enjoy the luxurious event alongside @florabeltane and helps out at her booth selling all the many baked goods provided. Her attire is simple with a short, form fitting green dress and black blazer lined in red with sheer gloves. Though her hair is a bit tattered and not brushed, it fits with the overall aesthetic to accentuate her best feature: her legs.

[mindfullofd4ggers]

FLORA HAD A WAY WITH BAKING THAT SURPASSED MOST, but even in just normal everyday cooking, Veronica always found herself quite amazed and impressed with anything the light Fae created. Then again, she wasn't much of a cook herself, she still enjoyed a good home cooked meal when presented. Who wouldn't—? Especially when this good.

The peck to licks is easily returned, with a single hand drawing upwards and allowing for fingers to lightly caress along Flora's jaw. It was times like this that Nica could at least appreciate the Avery's understanding of how not all supernatural beings had to be placed on a target list, because Flora Beltane had one of the biggest hearts she's ever come to know.

Her food healed and she wanted what was best for the world and the people in it by doing everything she could in her power and it's what Veronica fell in love with specifically.❝ Same, and that sounds delicious. Tastes delicious, too. ❞ She says while licking her lips again. ❝ I don't know how you do it but, everything you make is just… exquisite. ❞

A FACE SCRUNCHED WITH FOCUS remains even as Veronica inches closer and accepts the offer, her features only beginning to soften once a positive reaction is received. Then, her shoulders are relaxing, lips turning up into a bright, prideful smile as she reaches her free hand out to gently cup a soft cheek. An appreciative and thankful peck is placed upon her girlfriend’s lips for her willingness to assist by playing the role of taste-tester, even with the worries she holds when it comes to trusting another. This was a special recipe for her, however, and Flora had made it a top priority to always give Veronica her best.

❝ If I had wanted to poison you, I would’ve done it already. It’s much too late now. I’ve grown fond of your company, ❞ She teases as she pulls away, returning her attention to the food cooking away on the stovetop. ❝ It’s nothing too crazy. I’m making cauliflower puttanesca, but getting the sauce just right has been a challenge. Something always seems off. ❞

[glowingmartyria]

( @florabeltane -- Flora's place in the afternoon )

Maybe you could meet her. Maybe you will like her. Odessa is sure, actually, that she will not. She has not once in her life particularly liked the mother of one of her sisters, and has also not once in her life desired to meet one. This time, however, she accepts her father's idea, and does ask Flora for a date, and a time, and a place. On one side, she's trying as hard as possible to make her father see her, like her, be proud of her, and on the other side, she's trying her best to make him hate, and despise her. Today, Odessa has settled for actually trying, and ignoring the fact that her youngest half-sister's mother is also younger than she is.

Well. Odessa rings the doorbell, hard, wrinkles her nose, and takes a step back. She hates children, so, so much. And this one won't be any different.

[witchesroad-hq]

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[mindfullofd4ggers]

AS STUBBORN AS NICA WAS TO MOST, for Flora, she'd oblige to just about any request without much question if any at all. She's a bit hesitant at first, naturally. There seemed to be an underlining statement hidden beneath something masked behind a face of innocence and yet, the huntress knows deep down that it's only her repetitive mind trying to force it's way out into her thought process.

Flora wasn't dark or malicious, nor manipulating in such a way; merely only wanting her to taste a new recipe she'd been working on for quite some time now. The blood coursing through her veins constantly screams at her to remain cautious, but she doesn't have to do that around Flora and so, she willingly opens her mouth to take in the spoon that's lifted up to her. Though she had to admit, the subtext of it all was rather palpable.

Tasting the batter that's presented, she can't help but feel as if there was a warm light surrounding her. A strange sense of arousal that wasn't unfamiliar to her. Tongue peeking out between closed lips as she hums and leans back just a bit, nearly closing her eyes at how good that was. ❝ Mmm…. even if you somehow laced that with poison, I think I'd die happy. What is that—? ❞

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❝ OPEN UP. ❞ A spoon was lifted to Veronica’s lips as wide eyes peered up at her, brows furrowed curiously as she waited to see not only if the other would comply with her request, but also to witness the type of reaction she would receive at the taste of what she was offering.