// up above so, up above so quiet //
The glint of a smirk remains on the butcher’s lips as he withdraws, chewing contentedly on the too-sweet-for-the-Maverick fruit. Swallowing it down, the butcher reaches forward to snag his hot toddy, ready to take a sip when he feels the sharp little sting of the cocktail sword stick. Chuckling a low and warm sound akin to coals cracking in a fire, his dark gaze slides over toward Danta with a brighter and sharp grin. “Do you not have a reputation to uphold?” He hums back playfully before Danta’s leaning back against his shoulder.
His arm slips around his shoulders as he watches the tiny sword zip off into the unknown recesses of the shadows of the tavern. It gives him a moment unimpeded to take a sip of the hot toddy, relishing in the sweetness of it and the heat as it soaks into his bones. “Quite lovely, would you like a sip?” He asks once he sets it down, sliding the drink over toward Danta at the same time his hand remains on the table in the light, his shadows warping enough to lift and twist toward the Maverick, smacking his hand if he tries to take a sip.
His arm slips around his shoulders as he watches the tiny sword zip off into the unknown recesses of the shadows of the tavern. It gives him a moment unimpeded to take a sip of the hot toddy, relishing in the sweetness of it and the heat as it soaks into his bones. “Quite lovely, would you like a sip?” He asks once he sets it down, sliding the drink over toward Danta at the same time his hand remains on the table in the light, his shadows warping enough to lift and twist toward the Maverick, smacking his hand if he tries to take a sip.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
