// day breaks sorrow //
It was much easier to think about what nightmares they could be together rather than apart - and for that, the butcher dwells on all those possibilities rather than the ones that were of centuries past. So he offers his arm for Danta to take, taking the other Ancient with him until they get to the little bar section of their room again, pouring a double for Danta and a single for himself. The sip the Maverick takes is one that the butcher notes to be less trying to drown and more social, like the buzz has already settled enough to take the discomfort and edge off.
His arm snakes around the Theocrat, keeping him against him as he lowers his glass from his own sip, amusement writ in his features. “You seemed like you could use it.” He hums, though it wasn’t entirely Danta that needed to take a bit of an edge off. Asta feels stiff in comparison, so when the question comes of snagging food, the butcher takes the rest of his glass in one swoop.
“Was there anything in particular you were craving? My treat.” He purrs, voice roughened by the whiskey. “Our new chef swap has added echo shark to the Longheat menu.” Bouncing a brow with an almost sing-song tone, the smile that follows is sharp and bright, amusement evident in the flick of his tail.
His arm snakes around the Theocrat, keeping him against him as he lowers his glass from his own sip, amusement writ in his features. “You seemed like you could use it.” He hums, though it wasn’t entirely Danta that needed to take a bit of an edge off. Asta feels stiff in comparison, so when the question comes of snagging food, the butcher takes the rest of his glass in one swoop.
“Was there anything in particular you were craving? My treat.” He purrs, voice roughened by the whiskey. “Our new chef swap has added echo shark to the Longheat menu.” Bouncing a brow with an almost sing-song tone, the smile that follows is sharp and bright, amusement evident in the flick of his tail.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
