my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
“Perhaps you may be inclined to wear a dress?” The butcher whispers the tease simply, letting the low rumble of a laugh punctuate the way he’s jostled slightly in the seat from the bump of Dantalion’s shoulder. He draws silent and attentive, however, to see more arrive. A sharp glare is sent toward Sunjata, before surprise flares at the sight of Hotaru, before another glowering glimpse is offered at the sight of Maea, only to be relieved by Thalassa’s arrival.
A nod is offered to her and a small smile of appreciation for her attire – just seconds before the music begins. They stand and Asta’s tail curls against Danta’s leg gently, peering over to see their Registrar as she makes her walk down the aisle with none other than Deimos at her side. A nod is given to him as they pass, but his dark gaze is full of utmost appreciation for the dress she wears, the way she looks effortlessly calm, collected, and proud.
“She is beautiful.” He whispers back to Danta, pulling his gaze from the procession to look toward his lover, winding an arm around him gently with a sharp yet soft and appreciative smile toward him, before he shifts his attention back to see the hand off.
A nod is offered to her and a small smile of appreciation for her attire – just seconds before the music begins. They stand and Asta’s tail curls against Danta’s leg gently, peering over to see their Registrar as she makes her walk down the aisle with none other than Deimos at her side. A nod is given to him as they pass, but his dark gaze is full of utmost appreciation for the dress she wears, the way she looks effortlessly calm, collected, and proud.
“She is beautiful.” He whispers back to Danta, pulling his gaze from the procession to look toward his lover, winding an arm around him gently with a sharp yet soft and appreciative smile toward him, before he shifts his attention back to see the hand off.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
