a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
“The rooms themselves are quite loud. Don’t worry, darling.” He drawls with a knowing grin, even as he does spot that little wince he has. He doesn’t comment on it and settles in, glancing now and then at the table in question though mostly watching from his peripherals.
The options he lays out has Astaroth humming a little. “Drunk and being rough. One seemed to consider throwing a glass earlier.” Had thought better of it for the moment, but he watches as the main offender in the group starts to get grabby with one of the waitstaff.
One that already has Astaroth sighing and shifting, ready to stand.
The options he lays out has Astaroth humming a little. “Drunk and being rough. One seemed to consider throwing a glass earlier.” Had thought better of it for the moment, but he watches as the main offender in the group starts to get grabby with one of the waitstaff.
One that already has Astaroth sighing and shifting, ready to stand.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
