// day breaks sorrow //
“It is lovely.” Asta agrees. The room is beautifully done, notes as he takes it in, waiting to hear what Flora’s decision is. Of course, he wouldn’t expect anything less from the queen of Torchline, admiring the woven tapestries that dot the wall alongside the framed sketches. Moonlight filters in, and when Flora finishes speaking the butcher’s attention returns to her and Danta as they start making themselves comfortable. “There could be a crow in this room right now and I would be perfectly fine, darling.” He assures her with a wink, refraining from the playful tidbit that there was a crow there currently, even if he wasn’t in the shape of one.
With Danta out of the silk robe, the butcher sheds the rest of his and folds them neatly before he steps over to Flora’s other side, slipping into the bed and delicately beneath the covers to wrap around Flora’s other half. In contrast, the butcher throws up his glamour, his horns and tail melting away so that he doesn’t accidentally ruin her pillows — but also allocates for prime real estate for nuzzling in. “If you get too warm, simply push one of us out of the bed.” He teases her softly, tangling a leg with hers as his arm drapes over her in turn and tucks in neatly against Danta’s own.
With Danta out of the silk robe, the butcher sheds the rest of his and folds them neatly before he steps over to Flora’s other side, slipping into the bed and delicately beneath the covers to wrap around Flora’s other half. In contrast, the butcher throws up his glamour, his horns and tail melting away so that he doesn’t accidentally ruin her pillows — but also allocates for prime real estate for nuzzling in. “If you get too warm, simply push one of us out of the bed.” He teases her softly, tangling a leg with hers as his arm drapes over her in turn and tucks in neatly against Danta’s own.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
