my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
Spying Danta’s smile, Asta cools his own smile into something soft, tugging on the corners of his lips as he peruses the menu – reading each of the items aloud until he’s fully decided. “Ooh, please. That sounds divine.” Pausing as he sits up a little and sets the menu down, the butcher glances back around the bistro briefly before he lets his gaze land back on his lover, that small smile still lingering. “You are welcome to try some of mine as well.” Because what good was trying a variety of things in a bistro like this if they didn’t get the whole experience, right?
His thank you is met with a nod, warmth glittering in his gaze, lightened by the jeweled bonfire just outside the window. “You are welcome, darling.” He murmurs softly, his own tail slipping out to intertwine with Danta’s own once it’s brushed against his calf. “Thank you for putting this together and dragging me out of our room.” There’s honesty in his tone underlining the superficial sound of a jest. He would have hated to miss this, even if it meant getting up and out of bed where he’s been happily snoozing Deepfrost away.
When the waiter comes to take their order, the butcher takes the lead – asking for both of the wines and the entrees to start, before he settles in and reaches out to try and snag Danta’s hand to squeeze it gently. “If the food is half as good as it smells, this may take the number one spot of mine for favorite restaurants.”
His thank you is met with a nod, warmth glittering in his gaze, lightened by the jeweled bonfire just outside the window. “You are welcome, darling.” He murmurs softly, his own tail slipping out to intertwine with Danta’s own once it’s brushed against his calf. “Thank you for putting this together and dragging me out of our room.” There’s honesty in his tone underlining the superficial sound of a jest. He would have hated to miss this, even if it meant getting up and out of bed where he’s been happily snoozing Deepfrost away.
When the waiter comes to take their order, the butcher takes the lead – asking for both of the wines and the entrees to start, before he settles in and reaches out to try and snag Danta’s hand to squeeze it gently. “If the food is half as good as it smells, this may take the number one spot of mine for favorite restaurants.”
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
