// day breaks sorrow //
Something technically not a shirt was definitely along the lines of what the Maverick is currently wearing, but for the intents and purposes of his usual clothing - this one is elevated. Golden, glittering macabre with the bones that warm from the other Ancient’s skin, it’s brilliant as it is distracting enough to attract a multitude of eyes - either in appreciation or as a warning.
“I would be absolutely distraught.” The butcher vows quietly, letting the hum of a laugh follow his words to lessen the dramatics with which he speaks. The din of the Dusklight is always welcoming, even if the butcher is quietly on alert for anyone to utter the show he’d given them all not that long before.
Relieved to get into the booth without too much said about his own nightmarish self, the butcher’s scan of Danta seems to align with everything being alright. So he loosens the breath he’d had tucked into his lungs for the explanation in favor for grinning at his lover when he speaks precisely what’s on the butcher’s mind.
“That sounds lovely.” He agrees, glancing up when the glasses of wine are brought over, along with the bottle so they can top up as much as needed. Asta makes his order swiftly, ensuring that the steak is on the basically rare with a little bit of warmth side. Fixing up his bloodlust post party in Torchline had been a bit of a challenge when it came to the hangover he’d woken up with, so it hadn’t lasted as long as he’d hoped.
Either way, he lets Danta order for himself, mentally checking with how he orders to determine if they both needed to go out for a hunt sooner rather than later.
“I would be absolutely distraught.” The butcher vows quietly, letting the hum of a laugh follow his words to lessen the dramatics with which he speaks. The din of the Dusklight is always welcoming, even if the butcher is quietly on alert for anyone to utter the show he’d given them all not that long before.
Relieved to get into the booth without too much said about his own nightmarish self, the butcher’s scan of Danta seems to align with everything being alright. So he loosens the breath he’d had tucked into his lungs for the explanation in favor for grinning at his lover when he speaks precisely what’s on the butcher’s mind.
“That sounds lovely.” He agrees, glancing up when the glasses of wine are brought over, along with the bottle so they can top up as much as needed. Asta makes his order swiftly, ensuring that the steak is on the basically rare with a little bit of warmth side. Fixing up his bloodlust post party in Torchline had been a bit of a challenge when it came to the hangover he’d woken up with, so it hadn’t lasted as long as he’d hoped.
Either way, he lets Danta order for himself, mentally checking with how he orders to determine if they both needed to go out for a hunt sooner rather than later.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
