now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
As always, being in a crowd harbors the butcher the opportunity to people watch (a favorite past time so long as he isn’t the main focus, sorry Danta). So, as it stands, he notices the variety of people flitting in and out, placing options for food and drinks amongst the already laden tables, so he most certainly sees the Ancient he’s heard rumors about returning.
The tightness of his smile betrays him as Danta leans against him, distracted so much that he can’t really relish the taste of the delicious mulled wine as it settles on his tongue. But thankfully, he’s saved from his glowering and annoyance (only the dark spaded tip of his tail flicks back and forth to reveal it), when Flora swans up and steals both his and Danta’s attention.
His nose wrinkles precisely as Dantalion’s ew paints the air as a mention of kids, it softens almost immediately as his dark gaze takes in her stunning attire as usual. “I would not dream of it, darling.” He hums, his smile more genuine as he gives a knowing look toward the Maverick before he’s setting his mulled wine down and offering his arm and the incline of his horned head toward Flora. “It could be amusing to make them jealous. What do you think, Flora dear?” The mischievous tone is also a glint reflected in his gaze, in his sharp grin toward the queen of Torchline as he guides her toward the dance floor.
The tightness of his smile betrays him as Danta leans against him, distracted so much that he can’t really relish the taste of the delicious mulled wine as it settles on his tongue. But thankfully, he’s saved from his glowering and annoyance (only the dark spaded tip of his tail flicks back and forth to reveal it), when Flora swans up and steals both his and Danta’s attention.
His nose wrinkles precisely as Dantalion’s ew paints the air as a mention of kids, it softens almost immediately as his dark gaze takes in her stunning attire as usual. “I would not dream of it, darling.” He hums, his smile more genuine as he gives a knowing look toward the Maverick before he’s setting his mulled wine down and offering his arm and the incline of his horned head toward Flora. “It could be amusing to make them jealous. What do you think, Flora dear?” The mischievous tone is also a glint reflected in his gaze, in his sharp grin toward the queen of Torchline as he guides her toward the dance floor.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
