// day breaks sorrow //
The Dusklight at this time of day is warm and vibrant, bodies gathering and parting, clear lines form from tables to the bar and back again, with workers flitting around and filling in the in between. Everyone’s so far been on their best behavior, which is likely from the looming presence of the butcher in the corner of the private booth, back to the wall in the comfortable velveteen seat, arm draped against the back of the seat, surveying the events as they unfold.
At least, until he spots a familiar captain cutting through the crowds, spotting him from where he sits with the rest of the Dusklight in his view. She slips into the booth and he flashes her a sharp and welcoming smile. “A platter. I am unsure how close you are to your bloodlust so I had the cook ensure we had a variety.” He teases, leaning forward toward her with that same sharp grin. “Some raw, some rare, some a bit more toothsome. I believe we have pork, beef, elk, and echo shark on the menu this evening.” Folding his arms neatly in front of him on the table, he scans her briefly before casting a glance back out toward the Dusklight. “How was your trip here, darling?” He asks, his dark gaze skating back to her with ease.
At least, until he spots a familiar captain cutting through the crowds, spotting him from where he sits with the rest of the Dusklight in his view. She slips into the booth and he flashes her a sharp and welcoming smile. “A platter. I am unsure how close you are to your bloodlust so I had the cook ensure we had a variety.” He teases, leaning forward toward her with that same sharp grin. “Some raw, some rare, some a bit more toothsome. I believe we have pork, beef, elk, and echo shark on the menu this evening.” Folding his arms neatly in front of him on the table, he scans her briefly before casting a glance back out toward the Dusklight. “How was your trip here, darling?” He asks, his dark gaze skating back to her with ease.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
