// day breaks sorrow //
His dark gaze flits down to the glasses as she fills them, waiting until the bottle is set down before he snags his own once she’s sliding it toward him. It’s her laugh and her knowing grin that he squints at next, though, amusement dancing in the warmth of his gaze. “What are you insinuating?” He teases her, lifting the glass after her to take his own sip, relishing in the deep, dark taste of the whiskey. Sweet, but not too sweet, a hint of spice, a hot honey to be devoured and feel lighter after.
“Usually I can feel as if something is off, then I typically go and test it.” He admits, his shark toothed smile aimed at her. “Safely, of course. One never knows what they may find.” He hums with an air of experience, a playful waggle of his brows, precisely when the first tray of meats arrive. This one is a pork spread, a rainbow in terms of doneness.
Snagging the sharp blade left behind, the butcher’s utilization of it is one that certainly leads credence to his nickname as he slices each portion in half, so that they all might have a piece of each one. “That is how you found me in the Climb in the Feirw shift.” He continues to explain, tearing his gaze away from the first set of delicious meats to peer at her.
“Usually I can feel as if something is off, then I typically go and test it.” He admits, his shark toothed smile aimed at her. “Safely, of course. One never knows what they may find.” He hums with an air of experience, a playful waggle of his brows, precisely when the first tray of meats arrive. This one is a pork spread, a rainbow in terms of doneness.
Snagging the sharp blade left behind, the butcher’s utilization of it is one that certainly leads credence to his nickname as he slices each portion in half, so that they all might have a piece of each one. “That is how you found me in the Climb in the Feirw shift.” He continues to explain, tearing his gaze away from the first set of delicious meats to peer at her.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
