pretty flowers | alastaire + vya
[ Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair from @kicksyouintospace with “Let’s see that pretty smile, elfling.” ]
“You think you can flatter me with pretty flowers and warm cider and soft silks and-- is this 100% silk or a blend?” Alastaire turned his attention to the bed sheets, his hand more critically moving over them, “What’s the tread count, I mean it is really, really soft for--” He turned his attention back to Vya again, eyes narrowed at his own slip up, “Gods, I’m getting distracted. Look, yes, I may part-take in all this luxury, but don’t think you’ve bought me out, pirate.”
However, he didn’t remove the flower she’d put in his hair... in fact he couldn’t help but sneak a glance at himself in the mirror across the room.