we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
“I could try to recreate it, but alas the best I can do is show you at the House of Midnight.” As he’d done for Danta for his birthday not that long ago – a fond memory, one that creases the crows feet in his eyes a fraction softer than otherwise.
But then compliments are to be doled out and the butcher is nothing but perfectly gentleman-like as he waxes an easy poetic to sooth any nerves she might harbor. Seeing her wink assures him that he’s done a fine job, and as she takes his arm, his low chuckle is heard gently. “Thank you.” He purrs playfully, guiding her out of his room and ensuring it’s locked before he’s guiding her down the hall next, listening to everything she might wish to be included in the intricate bone chimes.
“Ah, so something that screams you?” He asks, shooting her a knowing glance as they break into the party. Booming was an understatement, from the bar that has constant waves of people returning to it or stealing a seat, to the booths accompanied with multitudes of people – drunk or indulging in other substances (or worker’s bodies), the butcher casts a glance around, lingering briefly on one particular booth that seems more rowdy than the others, where someone has decided to take shots off of another patron’s body.
Guiding her to the dark din of the back, toward the wall where the crowd parts to make room for him and Thal, his tail flicks behind him as his steps seem to land with more purpose. His gaze calculating as he reaches toward a small closet found there to retrieve his cane. “You obviously do not have to spend the party at my side if you wish to mingle.” He informs her, his gaze softening when he looks back down to her briefly, before he takes in the room again.
But then compliments are to be doled out and the butcher is nothing but perfectly gentleman-like as he waxes an easy poetic to sooth any nerves she might harbor. Seeing her wink assures him that he’s done a fine job, and as she takes his arm, his low chuckle is heard gently. “Thank you.” He purrs playfully, guiding her out of his room and ensuring it’s locked before he’s guiding her down the hall next, listening to everything she might wish to be included in the intricate bone chimes.
“Ah, so something that screams you?” He asks, shooting her a knowing glance as they break into the party. Booming was an understatement, from the bar that has constant waves of people returning to it or stealing a seat, to the booths accompanied with multitudes of people – drunk or indulging in other substances (or worker’s bodies), the butcher casts a glance around, lingering briefly on one particular booth that seems more rowdy than the others, where someone has decided to take shots off of another patron’s body.
Guiding her to the dark din of the back, toward the wall where the crowd parts to make room for him and Thal, his tail flicks behind him as his steps seem to land with more purpose. His gaze calculating as he reaches toward a small closet found there to retrieve his cane. “You obviously do not have to spend the party at my side if you wish to mingle.” He informs her, his gaze softening when he looks back down to her briefly, before he takes in the room again.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
