// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Snorting lightly, because he too is surprised nothing has been broken yet, the butcher also chalks it up to being under threat. Things were different last LongNight — he had been new and the patrons had certainly done their best to press buttons. This year, it was calmer, though whether or not it’s because of the rumors that last year’s number one offender had gone missing, the butcher isn’t sure.
Nor would he feel inclined to tell anyone who isn’t the Maverick.
Instead, he’s climbing up the mezzanine, reaching the top and slipping off the ladder so that he isn’t blocking Danta from approaching. He’s drifting further in, hand outstretched to run along the fabric that makes up the walls of the second den, relishing in the feel of the silks and furs. His grin is bright as it is sharp as he slips easily out of his shoes and twists back toward Danta once he’s made it to the second level. “This is beautiful, darling.” Already he’s reaching for Danta’s hands or the flare of his pants at his hip to pull him close again, unable to keep the distance between them. “I am glad you waited.. I imagine I would have had a huge difficulty getting up here with how inebriated I was at the end of the celebration.” He murmurs through the gentle laugh, but his embrace blooms with all the signs of his adoration and excitement, cautious to not knock over any oils as he tugs Danta with him so that they might be able to get comfortable.
Nor would he feel inclined to tell anyone who isn’t the Maverick.
Instead, he’s climbing up the mezzanine, reaching the top and slipping off the ladder so that he isn’t blocking Danta from approaching. He’s drifting further in, hand outstretched to run along the fabric that makes up the walls of the second den, relishing in the feel of the silks and furs. His grin is bright as it is sharp as he slips easily out of his shoes and twists back toward Danta once he’s made it to the second level. “This is beautiful, darling.” Already he’s reaching for Danta’s hands or the flare of his pants at his hip to pull him close again, unable to keep the distance between them. “I am glad you waited.. I imagine I would have had a huge difficulty getting up here with how inebriated I was at the end of the celebration.” He murmurs through the gentle laugh, but his embrace blooms with all the signs of his adoration and excitement, cautious to not knock over any oils as he tugs Danta with him so that they might be able to get comfortable.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
