love, do you want love?
do you want lust? say you don't know
do you want lust? say you don't know
The low rumble of a laugh leaves him, one that’s warm and full of mischief as he looks up from the shards of mirrors to her gaze. “Mm, it was more in the case of whether or not we got too rowdy.” The butcher’s brows bounce playfully, his sharp grin turning more mischievous for the answer.
When it comes to Vai, however, the butcher listens with apt appreciation for someone that he likely would have had incredible conversations with. His smile tilts up, hidden behind the glass of wine he mirrors her in taking a sip from. “I would have loved to see her in action.” Drawing quiet, he continues to carve the bone portions for the structure of the lantern.
“Oh hush, darling. You look this good all of the time.” He hums to her, flashing a shark tooth grin. “They will have zero problems believing it is you.” He draws quiet, continuing to etch in the finer details. He glances up when she speaks about the trip, leaning in toward her as she leans toward him, his gaze flicking up to her face as he takes a pause in the carving.
His chuckle leaves him, the smile stretching across his face as he drops his voice to match her conspiratory whisper. “Oh, I have no doubt.” It’s clear to say her secret is safe with him. Though it helps that he hasn’t met Mateo enough to judge, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s Flora’s friend and in all honesty he would always take her side.
As for himself, the quiet groan escapes him, laughing a warm sound as he shakes his head and let the mask drop so that she can see the warring mix of exhaustion and energy thrumming through him. “Gods, Flora. It has somehow gotten worse? Though I have been attributing it to the adrenaline wearing off and the exhaustion sinking in. I am hoping it will end soon.” He sighs softly, a shard of bone flicking off in the process into the air across the table.
When it comes to Vai, however, the butcher listens with apt appreciation for someone that he likely would have had incredible conversations with. His smile tilts up, hidden behind the glass of wine he mirrors her in taking a sip from. “I would have loved to see her in action.” Drawing quiet, he continues to carve the bone portions for the structure of the lantern.
“Oh hush, darling. You look this good all of the time.” He hums to her, flashing a shark tooth grin. “They will have zero problems believing it is you.” He draws quiet, continuing to etch in the finer details. He glances up when she speaks about the trip, leaning in toward her as she leans toward him, his gaze flicking up to her face as he takes a pause in the carving.
His chuckle leaves him, the smile stretching across his face as he drops his voice to match her conspiratory whisper. “Oh, I have no doubt.” It’s clear to say her secret is safe with him. Though it helps that he hasn’t met Mateo enough to judge, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s Flora’s friend and in all honesty he would always take her side.
As for himself, the quiet groan escapes him, laughing a warm sound as he shakes his head and let the mask drop so that she can see the warring mix of exhaustion and energy thrumming through him. “Gods, Flora. It has somehow gotten worse? Though I have been attributing it to the adrenaline wearing off and the exhaustion sinking in. I am hoping it will end soon.” He sighs softly, a shard of bone flicking off in the process into the air across the table.
Astaroth
maybe you just like the control
