a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
“Is that so?” He asks as they start, stepping forward to match her step back, swaying a little before pulling her back with him. A low hum of agreement leaves him, though, because he found those tomes that Danta had mentioned in the Atheneum and had found quite a surprising amount of recollection over the war that the Grounds had faced while he himself was quite blissfully unaware in his slumber. “I don’t wish to open up old wounds.” He starts to say, in case she gets the idea of elaborating for his sake when he knows they should be enjoying the evening.
For the rest of it, though, that grin remains and he moves to take her hand to spin her, pulling her into his chest after. “It’s become somewhat of a new Haven for us Ancients. Perhaps you might find it soothing to see it become something else from what you recall?” He asks, cocking his head a little, a little sly question of whether she might come to visit him for tea rather than the opposite.
For the rest of it, though, that grin remains and he moves to take her hand to spin her, pulling her into his chest after. “It’s become somewhat of a new Haven for us Ancients. Perhaps you might find it soothing to see it become something else from what you recall?” He asks, cocking his head a little, a little sly question of whether she might come to visit him for tea rather than the opposite.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
