// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Hearing her snark return, the butcher lets a chuckle escape his lips, shrugging lightly as he smirks, focused still on planting the second seed. He thinks back to it, determining if he’d seen her at the ball — but he’d been busy, dancing with Isla and making sure Danta didn’t claw his way out of that beautiful corset he’d worn.
His gaze snaps up when she mentions saving her a dance, that sharp grin remaining as he goes to stand and incline his head toward her, ignoring the age jest. “It would be my pleasure to save you a dance.” He drawls with a soft laugh. The answer is yes, regardless of age, his spidery thin frame and long arms and legs definitely prove the point that he was agile when needed to be.
Planting the shovel in the dirt and wiping his hands together to rid them of debris before he starts to straighten out his clothing. “I would vote here for the sheer fact that Starfall is just beyond Torchline.” Flashing a wink as his smile softens a fraction, he collects the shovel and makes his way toward the tree she’s claimed as her own. “Ah, I am sure. There is a certain beauty in dancing amongst the fire of danger, isn’t there?” He asks, resting his hands on the top of the shovel, dark eyes surveying her curiously.
His gaze snaps up when she mentions saving her a dance, that sharp grin remaining as he goes to stand and incline his head toward her, ignoring the age jest. “It would be my pleasure to save you a dance.” He drawls with a soft laugh. The answer is yes, regardless of age, his spidery thin frame and long arms and legs definitely prove the point that he was agile when needed to be.
Planting the shovel in the dirt and wiping his hands together to rid them of debris before he starts to straighten out his clothing. “I would vote here for the sheer fact that Starfall is just beyond Torchline.” Flashing a wink as his smile softens a fraction, he collects the shovel and makes his way toward the tree she’s claimed as her own. “Ah, I am sure. There is a certain beauty in dancing amongst the fire of danger, isn’t there?” He asks, resting his hands on the top of the shovel, dark eyes surveying her curiously.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
