// day breaks sorrow //
The spiced wine smells sweet the second it reaches his nose and he takes it from his lover with a free hand, flashing him a grateful smile when the straw is plunked into it. At the very least he wouldn’t go completely without while wearing the muzzle to keep himself on the straight and narrow. “Thank you, darling.” He hums, leaning in to steal the sip from the glass.
It’s sweet and spicy in the way that nutmeg with the hint of ginger tends to be, but it warms him as well. Letting his dark gaze linger on Danta’s face, he shifts to run his free hand along Danta’s side, up to his shoulder to smooth the half cape he wears so beautifully. “It is already dehumanizing to have to sip through a straw. I think I would rather wait to devour the sweets without having to deal with the sticky repercussions.” He muses, before he’s tilting his head and shooting Danta a more amused grin. “Though I do not doubt your creativity. You have a very unique brand of it that I relish in.”
It’s sweet and spicy in the way that nutmeg with the hint of ginger tends to be, but it warms him as well. Letting his dark gaze linger on Danta’s face, he shifts to run his free hand along Danta’s side, up to his shoulder to smooth the half cape he wears so beautifully. “It is already dehumanizing to have to sip through a straw. I think I would rather wait to devour the sweets without having to deal with the sticky repercussions.” He muses, before he’s tilting his head and shooting Danta a more amused grin. “Though I do not doubt your creativity. You have a very unique brand of it that I relish in.”
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
