so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
The first few that pass and look at him receive naught more than just mere passing glances, thinking nothing of it when he’s met with the group of women, tittering and waving and it takes him enough by surprise that the dark brows of his raise beneath the aviators currently sitting on his nose, watching them pass without a wave back (purely because he’s positive they’ve got to be waving at someone else, right? Right. Wrong.)
He’s still the picture perfect of peace when Danta returns, capturing his attention immediately with a wide too sharp smile that matches those sported on Danta’s swim trunks. “Thank you, darling.” Lifting his hands to take the drink from the blonde, he peers at the mojito with intrigue, clearly quite pleased to have it as he takes a sip and shimmies over a little to let Danta settle in beside him.
He takes a sip while Danta settles, relishing in the taste of mint and lime, the refreshing taste perfectly matching exactly what he wanted. His arm slips up to wind around the blonde’s shoulders, tucking him in beside him. “Bright and busy.” He hums, before he cranes his head toward the blonde, his sunglasses slipping down his nose alongside one strand of dark hair. “May I try your drink?” His bearded chin nods toward the margarita Danta has settled in the sand.
He’s still the picture perfect of peace when Danta returns, capturing his attention immediately with a wide too sharp smile that matches those sported on Danta’s swim trunks. “Thank you, darling.” Lifting his hands to take the drink from the blonde, he peers at the mojito with intrigue, clearly quite pleased to have it as he takes a sip and shimmies over a little to let Danta settle in beside him.
He takes a sip while Danta settles, relishing in the taste of mint and lime, the refreshing taste perfectly matching exactly what he wanted. His arm slips up to wind around the blonde’s shoulders, tucking him in beside him. “Bright and busy.” He hums, before he cranes his head toward the blonde, his sunglasses slipping down his nose alongside one strand of dark hair. “May I try your drink?” His bearded chin nods toward the margarita Danta has settled in the sand.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
