Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
Snorting, but finding agreement within it regardless, the butcher nods to her and flashes that same sharp smile. “Perfect. In the mean time perhaps we can find more to share.” Maybe it truly would be Caido’s first book club, but all he’s thinking about are the multitude of options to read, and if Isla harbors more creative finds then perhaps Danta might not find his choices in books so boring or lacking.
Either way, dark eyes watch as the flask is produced, he’s more than willing to participate, snagging the empty glass of the mojito, flicking his wrist to deposit the remaining melted ice and mint that remained at the bottom into the sand. He holds it out for her to pour however much she wishes to share of it, glancing up to her face as she answers his question. “It is not that often when I need it, but there are times it’s safer.” Casually letting his smile widen as if for proof (and she’d seen just how he’d reacted to being woken by surprise, it wouldn’t be surprising to figure out that he sometimes harbored less than savory reactions while sleeping).
“I had recently debated with Danta about mixing it with tea to mask the taste. I don’t think I would mind taking an entire cup.” But he hasn’t tried, so he wouldn’t know exactly. Maybe given enough practice and without knowing what was in it, he might be better off. “But peppermint would certainly do the trick, too. The one I have been getting tastes quite literally like dirt.” Snorting, he takes the glass with the liquid from Isla’s flask and lifts it to his lips, taking a taste and relishing in the sweetness of it.
Either way, dark eyes watch as the flask is produced, he’s more than willing to participate, snagging the empty glass of the mojito, flicking his wrist to deposit the remaining melted ice and mint that remained at the bottom into the sand. He holds it out for her to pour however much she wishes to share of it, glancing up to her face as she answers his question. “It is not that often when I need it, but there are times it’s safer.” Casually letting his smile widen as if for proof (and she’d seen just how he’d reacted to being woken by surprise, it wouldn’t be surprising to figure out that he sometimes harbored less than savory reactions while sleeping).
“I had recently debated with Danta about mixing it with tea to mask the taste. I don’t think I would mind taking an entire cup.” But he hasn’t tried, so he wouldn’t know exactly. Maybe given enough practice and without knowing what was in it, he might be better off. “But peppermint would certainly do the trick, too. The one I have been getting tastes quite literally like dirt.” Snorting, he takes the glass with the liquid from Isla’s flask and lifts it to his lips, taking a taste and relishing in the sweetness of it.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
