so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“Ah, says you, darling. I believe we rival each other on that feat.” Astaroth murmurs to Flora as he takes his leave, flashing a bright smile that deepens the smile lines on his face before it fades a touch as he’s on his own at the bar, downing the martini. Dantalion ‘s voice is a welcome boon, one he relies on quite heavily as the warmth of his hand sparks against his lower back, his tail flicking contently as he looks over toward the Maverick. “I did not wish it to be obvious.” He murmurs with a soft snort, but he watches as the whiskey is poured – liquid courage, as it were.
Nodding, the butcher flashes his lover an easier smile. “I do appreciate being prepared, but… It is lovely, Danta. Thank you, darling.” He hums, reaching up to cup his cheek for a moment, briefly brushing his thumb across his jaw before he lets the Maverick withdraw. “I will.” He confirms, before he watches Danta step away, only for someone else to take his place shortly after - Thalassa who is a welcome sight as he’s downing the whiskey Danta had poured.
Seeing the playful mischievous glint, the butcher hums a quiet laugh, nodding his head. “This is, perhaps, the first time I have ever celebrated my birthday, admittedly.” Astaroth hums toward her, flashing her an easier smile as the alcohol burns against his stomach and makes his arms feel lighter. “Not only that, but I feel particularly old this year.” He hums the soft laugh as he moves to pour himself a bit more whiskey, downing it swiftly, before plucking another chocolate martini to sip on to keep his buzz. “It is lovely to see you, though, darling. Thank you for coming.”
Nodding, the butcher flashes his lover an easier smile. “I do appreciate being prepared, but… It is lovely, Danta. Thank you, darling.” He hums, reaching up to cup his cheek for a moment, briefly brushing his thumb across his jaw before he lets the Maverick withdraw. “I will.” He confirms, before he watches Danta step away, only for someone else to take his place shortly after - Thalassa who is a welcome sight as he’s downing the whiskey Danta had poured.
Seeing the playful mischievous glint, the butcher hums a quiet laugh, nodding his head. “This is, perhaps, the first time I have ever celebrated my birthday, admittedly.” Astaroth hums toward her, flashing her an easier smile as the alcohol burns against his stomach and makes his arms feel lighter. “Not only that, but I feel particularly old this year.” He hums the soft laugh as he moves to pour himself a bit more whiskey, downing it swiftly, before plucking another chocolate martini to sip on to keep his buzz. “It is lovely to see you, though, darling. Thank you for coming.”
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
