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I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-06-2025
The day after the birthday celebration was certainly warranted and so desperately needed, especially when the following day had this much work to get ready. For how effortless and stunning Danta looked, Astaroth is fairly confident that all the time it takes him to get put together is equally as much as Danta does (it doesn’t, but it feels like it today). The sheer golden shirt is worn alongside tight dark pants, draping in curtain-like waves down his chest, necklaces upon necklaces glitter against his scarred chest, his hair swept back in an effortless sway that isn’t tucked back as tightly as he usually would do.
His dark horns are also adorned with the glittering chains of before, alongside a multitude – and gods it’s a fuck ton – of jewelry along his fingers that clink with each movement, enough that when it comes to the final touches he lets Danta choose the final portions while he snags the muzzle from where it is, drifting over to his lover with an easy smile and a long, appreciative look up and down to see his uniform on the Theocrat. “[say]Final touches, mm?[/say]” He asks, lifting the muzzle a touch while also twisting slightly to give Danta a final look of his entire attire in case there needs to be any adjustments.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-06-2025
It has taken Danta a surprising amount of time to pull himself together as well, but that's likely because he's chaos incarnate, and opting to put himself into a very particular box, even for one evening, takes quite a bit of effort. Nevertheless, he likes to think he's done the butcher justice with his attire - entirely in black, each button exquisitely fastened, every crease pressed out, and with the back of his shirt entirely missing, he might not have a window of scars to show off, but it still invites a salacious sort of touch that won't end well for interlopers tonight.
Straightening his cuff in the mirror and glancing very appreciatively at Asta's reflection as he approaches, Danta smirks at the muzzle and inclines his head yes. [say]"It wouldn't be complete without it, would it?"[/say] he grins, dropping his hands and obediently lifting his chin so Asta might fasten it about his mouth. His fair hair has been neatly slicked back behind his horns tonight, free of adornments and with not a strand out of place.
[say]"I very much approve of your wardrobe choice, darling,"[/say] he adds with a grin he can't help.
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-06-2025
He’d done an incredible job getting in the get up that the butcher traditionally does – and it’s something that the butcher wholeheartedly admires as he watches the Maverick straighten his cuff in the mirror as he approaches. His lips quirk into a cheshire smile, sharp and appreciative as he shakes his head as if to say no, it wouldn’t be complete without it.
Before he clasps the muzzle into place, he steals a warm kiss before he’s forced to lock away his mouth for the day, withdrawing and slipping his hands up to place the muzzle into place, clasping it delicately without moving a slicked back golden strand in the process. “[say]Oh, do you?[/say]” He asks, dropping a bit of his traditional pleasantries to become more casual – though it has the benefit of his Whitebrim accent growing thicker. “[say]I thought gold was fitting. It’s very you.[/say]” He hums, voice thicker as his tail sweeps behind him in a gentle little wag.
“[say]My hands are heavy.[/say]” He playfully complains with a warm laugh, withdrawing from his proximity to Danta reluctantly, but so he can snag the threaded cane from where it rests against the mirror to hand it to him.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-07-2025
Danta has just enough time to turn his head, preparing to ask Asta what the holdup might be, when his lips are caught in the sort of kiss that makes him immediately regret agreeing to wear the muzzle. His hands are still chasing after the feel of the other man's body when they part, clad in gauzy gold and warm gemstones, and it's with a sigh of near longing that he finally stills enough to allow his mouth to be locked away for the evening.
[say]"Mm, it's become one of my favourite colours,"[/say] he agrees, looking Asta up and down without trying to hide it, and the gesture is more sultry than playful now with the way his expression is half obscured by leather and metal. [say]"I'm sure you'll get used to the weight,"[/say] he purrs, turning to gently catch the butcher's hands so he can admire the jewellery adorning his fingers. [say]"Some of my favourite pieces, too,"[/say] he says approvingly.
But then he's being offered the very last piece of Asta's puzzle, Danta accepting the cane and weighing it in his hands for a moment before, evidently satisfied, he sets it to the ground with a soft tap. [say]"Well?"[/say] he says, the smile evident in his voice and in the corners of his eyes. [say]"I'm your shadow tonight, remember."[/say]
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-07-2025
It’s a strange sensation to realize that he, too, regrets the decision of the muzzle for much of an opposite reason than he usually does. Usually, it’s a touch of relief to be locked away just to ensure he doesn’t do too much damage with the regret that the butcher can’t indulge in the occasional drive by kiss from his lover. Seeing it on Danta’s face when he clasps it into place makes him realize how much it must be dreadful to be in the Maverick’s place.
Though he can’t deny the striking figure that his lover cuts tonight. Intimidating and dangerous, and in spite of the exhaustion that lingers in his bones, it sparks a heat in his chest he can’t quite put out. “[say]Good. You look amazing in it.[/say]” He confirms, despite being the one to wear it. As for the weight, his hand is conceded over to Danta’s own so he can judge his choices in the rings that adorn his fingers.
Warmth blooms in his smile at the confirmation, figuring it can go unsaid that he’s also picked them for good reason, withdrawing only to offer the cane, admiring the soft tap it makes and the additional intimidation factor when he realizes Danta’s right. A low laugh escapes him, surprised and perhaps a bit amused that he’d forgotten. “[say]Right, right. I got most of the other things right.[/say]” His voice remains in that deeper Whitebrim tone, more casual than he usually is in front of people. “[say]Let’s see how many people find themselves with a new fantasy tonight, hm?[/say]” He isn’t talking about himself, of course.
Stepping over to the door, he’s less rigid and spine straight as he goes, tail sweeping against his heels as he takes charge in heading down toward the heady, already busy Dusklight. Warmth blooms from the sconces, the heat radiating between the lights and the people within, and he parts with a quiet squeeze of his hand to slip behind the bar, golden shirt swishing with the movement as he forces himself to move as effortlessly as Danta does.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-08-2025
[say]"You make it look even better,"[/say] Danta assures his lover - and he can understand, too, why Asta might like to follow at his heels when the view is this good. Smiling again with his eyes at the other man's laughter, the Maverick steps neatly aside and gestures with the hand holding the cane to allow him to go first. [say]"The look is impeccable,"[/say] he agrees. [say]"But I won't fault you for taking a little longer to walk the walk."[/say]
Grinning broadly beneath the muzzle, it will likely be a learning curve for them both. And Danta thinks he's got the easier task, honestly; he might be naturally flamboyant, but he can be brooding and intimidating when the moment calls for it. (It will be keeping it up all night that might trip him up).
For now, though, he walks dutifully in Asta's wake, cane tapping softly on the ground, his other hand neatly clasped behind his back. [say]"I am already one of them,"[/say] he purrs, though he and his new fantasy are forced to step away as the butcher makes his way behind the bar. The Dusklight is as busy as ever, and though the staff have been informed of the dare between the two men, the patrons are another story entirely.
Which explains the attention Asta immediately gets behind the bar, a cluster of young women all but fighting after his attention for their drinks.
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-08-2025
He doubts that he makes it look better than Danta does, but he indulges the other man in a sharp grin of a knowing look regardless. And if he takes a little bit of extra time it’s certainly because he’s tired and not for any other reason. Obviously.
They make it, though, and without the surprise of the staff seeing him dressed down as he is and slipping behind the bar, it is with a small amount of apprehension given the previous season and how aggressive he’d been. They’re quick to notice the difference, though, the ease of which he steps away from Danta without the constant flick of his attention on the other man to pinpoint where he is, the way he can talk without the snarl that blooms in the corners of his lips.
He takes note of the fantasy Danta might have now, filing it away for later as he settles in with the immediate abundance of attention on him. And much like a man who is used to shape shifting to fit in (it had been survival once upon a time), he lets a warm laugh escape him as he gives the cluster of women his attention. “[say]I have all night, ladies, there’s no need to rush.[/say]” He hums, focusing on the first one to take her order while he grabs the respective glass for her drink and goes down the line to take all of their orders, nodding to the fellow bartender back here to help him get it under control.
When the drinks are made, topped each with the varying final portion they require – one has a pink umbrella, another a toothpick with a candied cherry on it, one with an olive, and one with a blueberry on top of a pineapple. Each is handed out individually, each with a moment of leaning in to murmur his thanks, ensuring they like the drink before he moves on again. And finally, with this first task complete, the butcher lifts his horned head to scan the crowd for his lover.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-08-2025
Asta flirts and tends bar and assures the staff that he's no longer a bite risk. Danta, on the other hand, does his first lap of the Dusklight. The attire does much of the work for him - the cane and the muzzle keeps most people behaving - and he strolls the perimeter like a black-clad ghost minding everyone else's business. There's no stopping to chat or to mingle, no chaos spilling out of him with every step. Danta is quiet and solemn and impeccably in control, even going so far as to crack the cane against a patron's shins when he looks like he's getting much too much into a waitress's space.
Blue eyes flick up just in time to catch Asta's gaze as he departs from the gaggle of women (who are swooning over the new bartender, wouldn't you know it), and it's very lucky, honestly, that the Maverick has been too busy to really understand how good Asta can be at flirting with strangers. Not that he ought to mind - especially not given his own proclivities - but so sue him. Maybe swapping places with Asta has got him taking on some of the other man's possessiveness, too.
[say]"Everyone is behaving themselves as they should,"[/say] he croons as he stops by the bar. [say]"I didn't realise how fun it was to see people straighten up and start minding their manners when you walk by."[/say]
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-08-2025
It’s an addicting feeling, honestly, one that has Asta eternally jealous that the Maverick is taking his usual job so seriously and so well. He can see and feel the way the air changes when he steps through, when the brief ow! is heard over the music and voices and cacophony of other sounds as he works.
His smile brightens over toward Danta when their eyes catch, lingering on those bright blues hidden behind slicked back blonde and the silver muzzle that adorns his lips. Such that he returns to his task if only to keep from letting the sudden surge of possessiveness spread out of his chest. He focuses on making this next drink, topping it with a dash of cinnamon and a flicker of flame for the hot mulled cider that has the original group of women and a few bystanders oohing and ahhing.
But it’s when Danta comes by the bar that really backfires – because Asta’s attention drifts entirely onto him, leaning toward the sharp and deliciously dangerous figure his lover cuts. “[say]It is a power in itself.[/say]” He confirms with a low hum, his voice a touch more polite and back to his usual rumble before it drops and he flashes his lover a wink, reaching out with those jeweled fingers to brush against his sleeve as he passes.
It backfires when one of the women decides to take full advantage of Asta’s distraction, reaching up with lightning fast hands to snag his hand and angle it her way as if she was possessive over the butcher’s attention. And in his surprise, he swallows down the initial reaction which would make him a bite risk. She must be new here, after all. It was the only logical explanation. He lets his hand be guided until it lands on her skin in which he withdraws it immediately to her drunken whine. “[say]Hey now, there’s no need to be upset. You have my attention, though we prefer you look and don’t touch.[/say]” It’s perhaps the nicest way the butcher’s ever told someone to not touch him. “[say]Now what do you need?[/say]” He asks when she seems to relax and Danta would be the only one to see the soft little sigh that leaves him in relief.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-08-2025
[say]"Mm, you can say that again,"[/say] Danta agrees. [say]"So is this - and it's one you wield well,"[/say] he remarks, nodding towards the bar. [say]"I daresay you are better at mixing drinks than I am, too. I only usually make people my favourites."[/say] The rest he leaves to the very skilled staff, usually far too busy making patrons at home with his sliver tongue or conducting theocrat business in whatever form it might take.
Still, given that this is only a taster and a dare, Asta is doing it justice and then some, Danta's eyes lighting up at the teasing, not-enough brush of fingers against the sleeve of his shirt. But then it all goes spiralling somewhat downhill, and he bristles with a quick lash of his tail as one of their customers gets handsy with his lover.
Par for the course if it were Danta, who doesn't have the same issue being touched, but for Asta? The Maverick sucks in a deep, steadying breath and lets it out again, opting to bonk the young woman on the crown of the head with the cane as he steps by. [say]"You wouldn't want a visit from me for being rude,"[/say] he purrs, though by the way the rest of the group glance at his departing, scar flecked back, yes they probably would.
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-08-2025
It’s easier to have a task to focus on rather than the eyes constantly on him. Not that he minded that when he was prepared for it – but he was severely underdressed for what he was used to feeling, much preferring to be the one everyone ogled from the shadows rather than the spotlight with all of his scars on display. And honestly? He’s proud of himself, too, when he manages the situation with ease, even if those more skilled at knowing him would see the touch of stress that creases his eyes with the wide smile he aims the patron’s way.
The bonk from Danta certainly helps, though, distracting the woman from what she wanted immediately so she can join her friends in following Danta’s scar flecked back and powerful, dangerous air as he departs. It’s a view the butcher also takes in, and takes the moment to withdraw out of reach of her touch when she and her friends whirl back around.
They mention something about another drink or some food and it’s something that the butcher concedes to the bartender to order and make, leaning back for a bit of a break as his tail flicks against his heels in a touch of anxiety before he’s crafting himself a drink – something sharp but sweet, taking the edge off before a man slides up to the bar, overly flirtatious as well. To this, he keeps his distance a smidge as well, even if it does have him leaning against the bar a bit to point at the menu of the available options at this point in the season. The golden shirt pools forward, draping like a curtain around his body that looks much smaller and more powerful without all the pomp and lines his suits usually provided, which only allots for more of an eyeful for their very eager crowd and the man he's helping.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-08-2025
The ladies, at least, are no longer Asta's problem, and there are workers aplenty to keep them amused - as well as the bartender who takes over - which allows Danta to sequester himself away in Asta's usual corner. He stands with his hands linked loosely behind his back, cane between them, eyes scanning the Dusklight floor with an indifference that's entirely practiced. The staff and patrons who recognise him receive the sort of smile that cracks his otherwise dangerous silhouette, and he's just starting to feel a little antsy when he notices the butcher once again at the bar.
Clad in silk that drapes against his figure like liquid gold, it's enough to make Danta's mouth water from this distance, so he can't blame the man, exactly, for being overzealous and interested - but neither does he entirely appreciate it either. Call it hypocritical, but the Maverick has made himself into a creature to be put on display. Asta, on the other hand, is doing it to prove a point, one that he's already made a few times over.
He's about to make his way over when - of course - someone spills a drink over someone else and a tussle breaks out that sends glasses sailing off tables and two men wrestling to the ground. It isn't difficult to deal with - Danta hauls one of the patrons up by his scruff and pops another in the jaw when he still tries to come after his opponent - but it does mean he's distracted for a little longer.
RE: I want indulgence - Astaroth - 10-08-2025
If it helps – not that Danta would know right now anyway – but Asta is antsy too. It’s in the way his tail flicks, the way he’d been so overzealous at first only to start to hide away from the bar by lingering near the back to make things, to be a smidge less flirtatious and more straight forward and open. It’s what’s brought him to the edge to talk to the newcomer to the bar, draped as he is. He feels a bit like a present that everyone can’t wait to unwrap and the only person that he wants to is looking impossibly handsome and stoic in the corner and he can’t distract him from his job.
More than he already is, anyway.
At least the brawl that sparks to life is a note in the Dusklight this evening, quelling the would be troublemakers and calming the overly flirtatious crowd at the bar, such that the only extent the butcher gets next is a gentle fleeting touch from the person he hands the next drink to. He flashes them an easy smile and scans the room to find Danta again, ensuring he’s okay, and with a few more drinks handed out and the swell of the evening coming ot an easier point, the butcher decides it's finally time to take a break.
It has him slipping from the bar and melding into the shadows, his haunt making a quiet appearance against the golden shirt he wears to drape him in a smokey kind of view, his shadows writhing to blot him out a touch as he sidles up beside his lover, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scanning the room before he looks over at Danta with a small smile. “[say]Did we put a time frame on this? I’m afraid my patience is wearing thin. Everyone is so… Touchy.[/say]” His nose wrinkles but the honey wood of his eyes says I’m totally okay with being done now that we’ve both had excitement this evening.
RE: I want indulgence - Dantalion - 10-08-2025
Unsurprisingly, Danta is finding Asta's job a great deal easier now that he's had a chance to get some energy and violence out on the fight. He's just thrown the two patrons out and has helped to right the table and cordon the area off while the glass is cleaned up, when his shadow almost appears to come to life beside him. Smiling to himself and dropping back to stand with Asta, the Maverick makes a show of straightening the cuff of his sleeve while he answers.
[say]"Not that I condone it in the least, but you do look so touchable this evening,"[/say] he says, a little breathless as he finally glances Asta's way with a smirk. [say]"That being said, we can call it quits whenever you've had enough. This is only fun for me when you're having a good time too."[/say]
With that in mind, he glances around at the Dusklight - which has fallen into a lull now that the chaos has died down after the fight - and then back to his lover. [say]"Whatever you decide, I'll be happy to bodyguard you to our destination."[/say]