Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
“I would imagine not, given how she always sounds as if she is on the.. mm, what is the term? High horse?” He asks with a hum of a laugh, meeting her wry look with a playful one of his own. Amusement, because the entire ordeal was unbelievable, and with a hint of weariness because gods, it was always one thing or another with her.
He supposes at least he doesn’t have to hide his preferences as deeply with Flora now – so perhaps that’s something to thank Maea for, even if it likely isn’t the result the pale ancient was hoping for. But as the butcher loosens his wool outer coat and mirrors Flora in draping it over his arm once he’s shed it, he hums his agreement to her next statement, his amusement flaring higher. “Ah, but she is so wonderful at both. Why pick one when you can simply confuse everyone?” His nose wrinkles with the smile that graces his face, before it softens with the compliment aired her way as the Sparkbird’s Nest offers quite a lot of warmth to the dreary way the day had gone.
Hearing the term of endearment slip from her lips, the butcher perks up a touch and trails after her, brightening imperceptibly as he hums softly. “I know. Danta and I happened to stumble across it after my whole Maea ordeal, ironically. I had to stay for a bit to recover and it was truly a diamond in the rough.” He’s bragged about this inn so many times, yet never lost the spark of wonder in seeing it in person or showing it off.
Looking back at Flora to hear the question and see the bright smile, he inclines his head as his tail flicks contently like a dog’s might. “I would love one.” He confirms, meeting her bright grin with a sharp one of his own, drifting beside her toward the bar where they can settle on the barstools and try a variety of lightning themed drinks and chat more gossip until the time comes to either stay a night or head on back.
He supposes it depends on how much they both drink tonight.
- FIN
He supposes at least he doesn’t have to hide his preferences as deeply with Flora now – so perhaps that’s something to thank Maea for, even if it likely isn’t the result the pale ancient was hoping for. But as the butcher loosens his wool outer coat and mirrors Flora in draping it over his arm once he’s shed it, he hums his agreement to her next statement, his amusement flaring higher. “Ah, but she is so wonderful at both. Why pick one when you can simply confuse everyone?” His nose wrinkles with the smile that graces his face, before it softens with the compliment aired her way as the Sparkbird’s Nest offers quite a lot of warmth to the dreary way the day had gone.
Hearing the term of endearment slip from her lips, the butcher perks up a touch and trails after her, brightening imperceptibly as he hums softly. “I know. Danta and I happened to stumble across it after my whole Maea ordeal, ironically. I had to stay for a bit to recover and it was truly a diamond in the rough.” He’s bragged about this inn so many times, yet never lost the spark of wonder in seeing it in person or showing it off.
Looking back at Flora to hear the question and see the bright smile, he inclines his head as his tail flicks contently like a dog’s might. “I would love one.” He confirms, meeting her bright grin with a sharp one of his own, drifting beside her toward the bar where they can settle on the barstools and try a variety of lightning themed drinks and chat more gossip until the time comes to either stay a night or head on back.
He supposes it depends on how much they both drink tonight.
- FIN
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
