// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The week arrives, and in between that time he’s managed to sneakily set up this part of the Temple before the day comes. Having mentioned to Charlie he’d be borrowing the space with the shrine for a night, he’d snuck away and set it up brilliantly so that when Danta arrives it would be precisely the thing Danta may have imagined a date being. At least, an Ancient version.
Because Astaroth won’t be there when the Maverick arrives to this wing of the Temple.
The blonde will arrive first, greeted by a warm, roaring flame and candlelight smattered throughout the shrine location, where the obsidian shrine sits undecorated aside from the help Charlie had done when they’d placed it. Half of it sleek and smooth, melting into chaotic whims on the other half. A perfect yin yang to the rest of it, shown by the way the sleek wooden floors give way to earth and rock, currently decorated with nothing more than flickering fire and oil lamps spread throughout, encased in red hued glass. In the corner sits a cart with wine, glasses, and whiskeys, tucked away as if in preparation to not get caught in a scuffle of some kind.
The butcher isn’t far behind Danta’s arrival – having planned everything down to the final detail. This is the perfectionist within the taller Ancient, one that will shortly bleed into the chaos that Danta would thrive with. And so, a few minutes of allowing the Maverick to inspect the set up, there’s the sound of hooves against wood, a creak of a door, and a momentary pause for the butcher to slip into the space – all too sharp grins and dressed down in naught more than a dark black shirt with black suspenders and black pants – sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone, watching curiously to see how Danta reacts to the space before he reveals the star of their date.
Because Astaroth won’t be there when the Maverick arrives to this wing of the Temple.
The blonde will arrive first, greeted by a warm, roaring flame and candlelight smattered throughout the shrine location, where the obsidian shrine sits undecorated aside from the help Charlie had done when they’d placed it. Half of it sleek and smooth, melting into chaotic whims on the other half. A perfect yin yang to the rest of it, shown by the way the sleek wooden floors give way to earth and rock, currently decorated with nothing more than flickering fire and oil lamps spread throughout, encased in red hued glass. In the corner sits a cart with wine, glasses, and whiskeys, tucked away as if in preparation to not get caught in a scuffle of some kind.
The butcher isn’t far behind Danta’s arrival – having planned everything down to the final detail. This is the perfectionist within the taller Ancient, one that will shortly bleed into the chaos that Danta would thrive with. And so, a few minutes of allowing the Maverick to inspect the set up, there’s the sound of hooves against wood, a creak of a door, and a momentary pause for the butcher to slip into the space – all too sharp grins and dressed down in naught more than a dark black shirt with black suspenders and black pants – sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone, watching curiously to see how Danta reacts to the space before he reveals the star of their date.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
