Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
If it helps – not that Danta would know right now anyway – but Asta is antsy too. It’s in the way his tail flicks, the way he’d been so overzealous at first only to start to hide away from the bar by lingering near the back to make things, to be a smidge less flirtatious and more straight forward and open. It’s what’s brought him to the edge to talk to the newcomer to the bar, draped as he is. He feels a bit like a present that everyone can’t wait to unwrap and the only person that he wants to is looking impossibly handsome and stoic in the corner and he can’t distract him from his job.
More than he already is, anyway.
At least the brawl that sparks to life is a note in the Dusklight this evening, quelling the would be troublemakers and calming the overly flirtatious crowd at the bar, such that the only extent the butcher gets next is a gentle fleeting touch from the person he hands the next drink to. He flashes them an easy smile and scans the room to find Danta again, ensuring he’s okay, and with a few more drinks handed out and the swell of the evening coming ot an easier point, the butcher decides it's finally time to take a break.
It has him slipping from the bar and melding into the shadows, his haunt making a quiet appearance against the golden shirt he wears to drape him in a smokey kind of view, his shadows writhing to blot him out a touch as he sidles up beside his lover, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scanning the room before he looks over at Danta with a small smile. “Did we put a time frame on this? I’m afraid my patience is wearing thin. Everyone is so… Touchy.” His nose wrinkles but the honey wood of his eyes says I’m totally okay with being done now that we’ve both had excitement this evening.
More than he already is, anyway.
At least the brawl that sparks to life is a note in the Dusklight this evening, quelling the would be troublemakers and calming the overly flirtatious crowd at the bar, such that the only extent the butcher gets next is a gentle fleeting touch from the person he hands the next drink to. He flashes them an easy smile and scans the room to find Danta again, ensuring he’s okay, and with a few more drinks handed out and the swell of the evening coming ot an easier point, the butcher decides it's finally time to take a break.
It has him slipping from the bar and melding into the shadows, his haunt making a quiet appearance against the golden shirt he wears to drape him in a smokey kind of view, his shadows writhing to blot him out a touch as he sidles up beside his lover, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scanning the room before he looks over at Danta with a small smile. “Did we put a time frame on this? I’m afraid my patience is wearing thin. Everyone is so… Touchy.” His nose wrinkles but the honey wood of his eyes says I’m totally okay with being done now that we’ve both had excitement this evening.
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
