am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
A hum of contemplation escapes the butcher before he snorts. “Mm, well, when you woke me, I was most certainly not rested.” He complains in his own dramatic flare. But it’s Danta’s turn to playfully lament all of his sorrows over everything he’s built. The idea of Charlie taking it over is a wonderful thought and the butcher’s tail weaves behind them with a touch more glee despite his exhaustion, and even despite the real reasonable thought of Kiada taking it over. He nods, keeping that sharp smile on his face. “Mm, I could see it.” He muses; though perhaps wondering if Charlie and Kiada would tag team it if only so they didn’t need to do it alone.
Ah, at any rate, the playful fantasy resets once they enter the establishment and warmth greets them tenfold in lieu of the cold that has crept into his chest and the rest of his body. And in a strange twist of events for the butcher, he does put out the flame where his and Danta’s hands are connected but he does not let go. Instead, letting Danta take the lead while he’s still attached, flashing a fond and comfortable smile as he cradles the antlers between his freehand, angling them to ensure he doesn’t accidentally stab someone as they pass.
And when they go to pass by the bar, it’s Asta this time that finally releases Danta’s hand with a mischievous tilt to his too sharp grin, sidling up to the front of the bar with an almost sweet, saccharine lilt to his tone. “Would you kindly bring hot cocoa and a bottle of spiced rum to our room?” It’s a quiet request that Danta could probably hear, despite the butcher’s attempts to keep it hidden, and with the confirmation and knowing smile that the bartender offers, Asta’s casting one look around the Dusklight as if to ensure they kept their minds about them so as to not bother the Maverick and himself. “Would you like anything, darling?” He asks politely and casually as he does his scouting of the Dusklight’s patrons, letting his honey dark gaze land on the Maverick as he finishes his sentence.
Ah, at any rate, the playful fantasy resets once they enter the establishment and warmth greets them tenfold in lieu of the cold that has crept into his chest and the rest of his body. And in a strange twist of events for the butcher, he does put out the flame where his and Danta’s hands are connected but he does not let go. Instead, letting Danta take the lead while he’s still attached, flashing a fond and comfortable smile as he cradles the antlers between his freehand, angling them to ensure he doesn’t accidentally stab someone as they pass.
And when they go to pass by the bar, it’s Asta this time that finally releases Danta’s hand with a mischievous tilt to his too sharp grin, sidling up to the front of the bar with an almost sweet, saccharine lilt to his tone. “Would you kindly bring hot cocoa and a bottle of spiced rum to our room?” It’s a quiet request that Danta could probably hear, despite the butcher’s attempts to keep it hidden, and with the confirmation and knowing smile that the bartender offers, Asta’s casting one look around the Dusklight as if to ensure they kept their minds about them so as to not bother the Maverick and himself. “Would you like anything, darling?” He asks politely and casually as he does his scouting of the Dusklight’s patrons, letting his honey dark gaze land on the Maverick as he finishes his sentence.
Astaroth
come a little closer
