// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Grateful for Danta to take one of the bags, his arm slips around his lover almost immediately - providing all that extra warmth for them to sidle in beside one another for the relatively short walk to the inn. It grows in both aesthetic appreciation and size as they come closer, the butcher tracking each different type of wood used alongside the fabric choices for the flag that he too doesn’t recognize, before his attention flits back to Danta with the light that blooms in his eyes.
A soft chuckle of his own joins the Maverick’s, lips quirking into a wider smile. “Precisely, darling.” Exactly the thought pattern he’d had that went into it. The wood steps creak with their approach, but they feel strong enough to withstand the two tall Ancients as they reach the open doors, stepping in. Honestly? Asta is equally as speechless as he takes it in, far more comfortable than before (even if he still subconsciously scans for those awful fucking void spiders from the last time they’d been here). “Did you catch his name?” The butcher asks, distractedly as he glances around and takes it all in.
His tail flicks against both his and Danta’s heels in quiet delight before he’s pulling them in a touch further toward the reception he’d spotted, flashing a charming smile to the man in the sailor (very close to piratey) get up (complete with a bird sitting on his shoulder). Though he wonders if it’s all for show, he doesn’t ask as he secures them a room - yes, complete with the view of the Brizo - and a moment to meet with the healer here. Flashing a smirk to Danta, he snags the key, something old and skeletal like, complete with their room number on the ring, attached with a blue and gold tail feather. “It is a little on the nose, but surprisingly lovely.” He admits in an accented whisper, wiggling the key and hearing the room number clink against the metal.
Looking up at the stairs to lead up to the upper deck, the butcher snorts as he spots all the insignias and nets hanging from the surrounding areas. “These stairs almost seem kinder than the Last Whispers in terms of appearance.’ Another playful jest, one that has his gaze slipping from the promise of their room to look over at Danta with a small smirk.
A soft chuckle of his own joins the Maverick’s, lips quirking into a wider smile. “Precisely, darling.” Exactly the thought pattern he’d had that went into it. The wood steps creak with their approach, but they feel strong enough to withstand the two tall Ancients as they reach the open doors, stepping in. Honestly? Asta is equally as speechless as he takes it in, far more comfortable than before (even if he still subconsciously scans for those awful fucking void spiders from the last time they’d been here). “Did you catch his name?” The butcher asks, distractedly as he glances around and takes it all in.
His tail flicks against both his and Danta’s heels in quiet delight before he’s pulling them in a touch further toward the reception he’d spotted, flashing a charming smile to the man in the sailor (very close to piratey) get up (complete with a bird sitting on his shoulder). Though he wonders if it’s all for show, he doesn’t ask as he secures them a room - yes, complete with the view of the Brizo - and a moment to meet with the healer here. Flashing a smirk to Danta, he snags the key, something old and skeletal like, complete with their room number on the ring, attached with a blue and gold tail feather. “It is a little on the nose, but surprisingly lovely.” He admits in an accented whisper, wiggling the key and hearing the room number clink against the metal.
Looking up at the stairs to lead up to the upper deck, the butcher snorts as he spots all the insignias and nets hanging from the surrounding areas. “These stairs almost seem kinder than the Last Whispers in terms of appearance.’ Another playful jest, one that has his gaze slipping from the promise of their room to look over at Danta with a small smirk.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
