// smile like you mean it //
Would he die without the Maverick? No, but as she continues he makes the slow nod as her hands fall from his face, brows pinching to see her eyes shine with tears. He would burn the world down if it meant it could keep Danta safe. He would wrap him in bubble wrap and make sure that no harm came to his head — even from himself, hence the neck corset he’d requested while with Flora on their second date.
And then the realization starts to sink in and it drops heavy like a void in his gut, hollow and raging with nowhere to go with how inebriated he is. He can’t stop her from swiping the drink he’d made, but he does sluggishly reach for her before realizing she’s gone, so swiftly and suddenly that the feedback from the mic has him wincing and bracing against the bar counter.
Lifting his head from the wince as he stares at the two of them up on the stage, focusing intensely as his name is mentioned, his gaze drifts to Danta’s, catching his gaze momentarily as the words sink in, briefly looking back to Flora as she continues. He swallows hard, because perhaps that does answer the feelings he can’t place. But it’s the sob that’s stifled that draws his brows together, inching around the bar to the floor before he’s singled out again.
Yes, he is an asshole, and he feels even more like one now because this is not at all how he planned on having this conversation. But, the Doubletake was good at reading between the lines. And now she’s yelling at them to get out, and concern flares on his face as he takes a step toward Flora, right when Danta makes his swift exit.
Torn between the two, it’s obvious Flora doesn’t want them around, and so it’s with a “I’m sorry, Flora,” uttered out, the butcher turns and trails after Danta out of the bar.
And then the realization starts to sink in and it drops heavy like a void in his gut, hollow and raging with nowhere to go with how inebriated he is. He can’t stop her from swiping the drink he’d made, but he does sluggishly reach for her before realizing she’s gone, so swiftly and suddenly that the feedback from the mic has him wincing and bracing against the bar counter.
Lifting his head from the wince as he stares at the two of them up on the stage, focusing intensely as his name is mentioned, his gaze drifts to Danta’s, catching his gaze momentarily as the words sink in, briefly looking back to Flora as she continues. He swallows hard, because perhaps that does answer the feelings he can’t place. But it’s the sob that’s stifled that draws his brows together, inching around the bar to the floor before he’s singled out again.
Yes, he is an asshole, and he feels even more like one now because this is not at all how he planned on having this conversation. But, the Doubletake was good at reading between the lines. And now she’s yelling at them to get out, and concern flares on his face as he takes a step toward Flora, right when Danta makes his swift exit.
Torn between the two, it’s obvious Flora doesn’t want them around, and so it’s with a “I’m sorry, Flora,” uttered out, the butcher turns and trails after Danta out of the bar.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
