a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
(Offshoot from the Ball!)
Her smile of delight is met with one of Astaroth’s own, hanging up the cane as he reaches to take her hand, downing his own glass of wine and discarding his and her glass elsewhere, the butcher is quite content to see what kind of dance they can put on for everyone.
It’s been an age for himself, too, but he imagines it’s a lot like riding a bicycle. And Astaroth had spent quite a few years figuring out how to dance amongst the ballroom and those high up within them. So as he guides her into the center of the room and turns to face her, his head dips in that traditional greeting as the music slowly begins. “How have you found the night thus far?” He asks as he draws up to his perfect posture and his hands find their place along her side and in her hand, and the two Ancients begin to move.
Her smile of delight is met with one of Astaroth’s own, hanging up the cane as he reaches to take her hand, downing his own glass of wine and discarding his and her glass elsewhere, the butcher is quite content to see what kind of dance they can put on for everyone.
It’s been an age for himself, too, but he imagines it’s a lot like riding a bicycle. And Astaroth had spent quite a few years figuring out how to dance amongst the ballroom and those high up within them. So as he guides her into the center of the room and turns to face her, his head dips in that traditional greeting as the music slowly begins. “How have you found the night thus far?” He asks as he draws up to his perfect posture and his hands find their place along her side and in her hand, and the two Ancients begin to move.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
