// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
He realizes it is likely very out of left field - but left adrift from the encounter with Maea and the way Danta had protectively curled around him, he’s already felt the shift within him. And let’s be honest, it’s the least he could do for his dear friend, especially as she curls into his touch. And with Danta here, there’s no worries as to what he might think (even if he’s fairly confident that the Maverick would be game for it regardless). So, at her acceptance, the sorrow and loneliness in her gaze begins to vanish and the butcher appreciates drinking in the shift she embodies. She glitters and dazzles, true to her moniker.
Hearing Danta’s agreement to the liquor in the back while eyeing Flora in her stunning attire, the butcher’s lips quirk with a bit more amusement this time than the mischief that had been there before. So he downs the second Pina colada, setting the empty glass down just in time to start standing - when Danta’s gentle caress brushes against his jaw. Dark honey meets curious blues in a subtle nod the Maverick would be able to feel. I am sure.
“Then it is settled. No heartbreak and no wasted liquor.” Obviously. Comes the belated agreement. He stands after Danta and Flora have already been standing, smoothing down the front of his vest where it had bunched up from how they’d sat, tail flicking lazily behind him as he offers his sharp smile to both the Maverick and Doubletake, hoping that it will help Flora feel better. At least ensure to her that she isn’t alone. They’re already in motion, though, so the butcher’s arm is offered to Danta, trailing behind Flora and silently admiring the way her beautiful attire swishes against her skin and shifts with her movements.
Hearing Danta’s agreement to the liquor in the back while eyeing Flora in her stunning attire, the butcher’s lips quirk with a bit more amusement this time than the mischief that had been there before. So he downs the second Pina colada, setting the empty glass down just in time to start standing - when Danta’s gentle caress brushes against his jaw. Dark honey meets curious blues in a subtle nod the Maverick would be able to feel. I am sure.
“Then it is settled. No heartbreak and no wasted liquor.” Obviously. Comes the belated agreement. He stands after Danta and Flora have already been standing, smoothing down the front of his vest where it had bunched up from how they’d sat, tail flicking lazily behind him as he offers his sharp smile to both the Maverick and Doubletake, hoping that it will help Flora feel better. At least ensure to her that she isn’t alone. They’re already in motion, though, so the butcher’s arm is offered to Danta, trailing behind Flora and silently admiring the way her beautiful attire swishes against her skin and shifts with her movements.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
