Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
The details are a much more welcome addition to the thoughts that are immediately running through his head – notably, how the butcher had been suddenly far too possessive and worried about Danta’s safety in that moment, the second he’d told him about it. But that’s neither here nor there, and was a long time ago at this rate, so he nods to say that he had heard it, while also humming a note of agreement to her thought pattern. “You are wise, darling.” He compliments softly, flashing her a touch softer of a smile as she pulls away and he plucks the cane out of the crook of his elbow to utilize it while they search.
Delving deeper and deeper into more finery, it brightens the butcher’s mood tenfold – dark eyes taking in each and every option available, lingering on Flora on occasion to see just what she was more interested in. Distracted momentarily by the dark charcoal, orange, and red hues of the bolts of fabric that were crafted to match Apopo (and ironically, remind him much of the Climb).
Turning toward the shopkeep and Flora, the cane clicks against the ground as he stops to stand before the queen, his dark gaze more calculating as he hums a little soft tune as if he’s thinking. His head tilts, hand reaching out to tug one of her blonde locks down against her cheek so that he might get the full view of her and her skin tone, the gemstones that match her eyes that sit in her ears that he had given her. “Let us try something in a deep sapphire, one that glitters and one that is matte. And that one –” Looking away from Flora to gesture toward one of the bolts of fabric that has a multitude of dresses made from, a few with a particularly deep V he’s interested in. “In the teal, a deep neckline, with a belt in a scale texture.” He lifts his gaze back toward the shopkeep, flashing that too sharp smile for all of his demands, before he looks back to Flora with a wink and that same smile.
Delving deeper and deeper into more finery, it brightens the butcher’s mood tenfold – dark eyes taking in each and every option available, lingering on Flora on occasion to see just what she was more interested in. Distracted momentarily by the dark charcoal, orange, and red hues of the bolts of fabric that were crafted to match Apopo (and ironically, remind him much of the Climb).
Turning toward the shopkeep and Flora, the cane clicks against the ground as he stops to stand before the queen, his dark gaze more calculating as he hums a little soft tune as if he’s thinking. His head tilts, hand reaching out to tug one of her blonde locks down against her cheek so that he might get the full view of her and her skin tone, the gemstones that match her eyes that sit in her ears that he had given her. “Let us try something in a deep sapphire, one that glitters and one that is matte. And that one –” Looking away from Flora to gesture toward one of the bolts of fabric that has a multitude of dresses made from, a few with a particularly deep V he’s interested in. “In the teal, a deep neckline, with a belt in a scale texture.” He lifts his gaze back toward the shopkeep, flashing that too sharp smile for all of his demands, before he looks back to Flora with a wink and that same smile.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
