// day breaks sorrow //
Carefully collecting himself over the last couple of days to ensure that his new magic doesn’t slip – that he doesn’t fall into old habits – the butcher has finally gotten everything in order for the date night he and Danta had planned. So it’s with their room adjusted, furniture moved out of the way to make a little ballroom area, fires illuminating candles and the fireplace to brighten the space, even if the sun still shone through the sheer curtains of the window.
He'd already spent the morning snagging coffee for Danta and tea for himself, the attire he’d figured would be more comfortable for Danta to be able to move in – courtesy of his favorite tailor, that he stands here with an easy smile and a glimmer of excitement in his gaze as he holds up the clothes, showing them off to Danta (and would you believe it? They almost match his own current attire perfectly). “It is different from the one you wore at the Midwinter Ball. It should allocate for more flexibility.” He says matter of factly, pointing to the different kind of boning that lines the handsome corset, soft silken laces that are loose and hanging so as to be slipped on. The fabric itself is a slate grey with hues of gold and orange, detailed threads crafting an almost lace-like appearance amongst the dark grey.
He'd already spent the morning snagging coffee for Danta and tea for himself, the attire he’d figured would be more comfortable for Danta to be able to move in – courtesy of his favorite tailor, that he stands here with an easy smile and a glimmer of excitement in his gaze as he holds up the clothes, showing them off to Danta (and would you believe it? They almost match his own current attire perfectly). “It is different from the one you wore at the Midwinter Ball. It should allocate for more flexibility.” He says matter of factly, pointing to the different kind of boning that lines the handsome corset, soft silken laces that are loose and hanging so as to be slipped on. The fabric itself is a slate grey with hues of gold and orange, detailed threads crafting an almost lace-like appearance amongst the dark grey.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
