// day breaks sorrow //
A low chuckle leaves the butcher as he inclines his head. “It is my goal. I am aiming to please, darling.” In more than one way, it would seem. Aiming to try and get him to feel confident on the ballroom floor meant a multitude of closeness, of intimacy that has gotten easier as the seasons passed for them to show so publicly. And Astaroth banks on that as he sits the matching chains against his horns, turning back to Danta with a smile when he crosses the room over to him.
“Always.” He purrs, reaching out to snag Danta’s hand to guide him to the middle of the floor. The hand remaining in Danta’s extends out at a ninety degree angle, while the other curves around against the back of his opposite shoulder. “Mirror where my hand is. Place yours above mine.” So that Danta’s arm would rest on top of the butcher’s. “Now step forward with your left foot.” In a mirrored motion, the butcher steps back with his right foot, giving room for Danta to step with him. “Now, right foot.” Asta helps him get the hang of it as they go slowly, each step like a perfect mirror of each other.
Once the slow demonstration is done, the butcher’s smile is vibrant on his face as he focuses on Danta. “Now we shall count to three. One,” the step forward and the step backward, “two,” the step to the side, “three.” Returning the foot back to center. “One,” Asta steps forward this time in the space that Danta should allocate by stepping backward. “Two,” the step to the left to make the square. “Three.” Centered again. Two full rounds of their little dance already completed, the butcher's dark gaze scans his lover's face to see just what he thinks of the pattern so far.
“Always.” He purrs, reaching out to snag Danta’s hand to guide him to the middle of the floor. The hand remaining in Danta’s extends out at a ninety degree angle, while the other curves around against the back of his opposite shoulder. “Mirror where my hand is. Place yours above mine.” So that Danta’s arm would rest on top of the butcher’s. “Now step forward with your left foot.” In a mirrored motion, the butcher steps back with his right foot, giving room for Danta to step with him. “Now, right foot.” Asta helps him get the hang of it as they go slowly, each step like a perfect mirror of each other.
Once the slow demonstration is done, the butcher’s smile is vibrant on his face as he focuses on Danta. “Now we shall count to three. One,” the step forward and the step backward, “two,” the step to the side, “three.” Returning the foot back to center. “One,” Asta steps forward this time in the space that Danta should allocate by stepping backward. “Two,” the step to the left to make the square. “Three.” Centered again. Two full rounds of their little dance already completed, the butcher's dark gaze scans his lover's face to see just what he thinks of the pattern so far.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
