If you're standing in the cold out of fear your flaws will show
Her voice dances in the warm night air like a brilliant windchime, pressing into both of them as they greet her with such a comfortable ease. “We missed you too, darling.” The butcher hums alongside Danta as they start to withdraw – not staying too far from her as she captures the both of them to guide them. A guilty look is shot her way in terms of Danta’s announcement that he’s been napping most of the season – though he’s sure she can understand why, given how high strung he’d been the previous season.
“I hear it is sweater season.” He playfully hums, his free hand brushing off his shoulder clad in the fabric of a thick sweater as they head toward getting drinks so they can relax by the fires – something he’s looking forward to as it’s painfully obvious each step away from the bonfire how the chill eats at him.
His tail flicks lazily behind him as Danta answers Flora’s question about the speck in the sky, roaring her little heart out, taking the moment to collect drinks for all three of them and passing them off – picking something refreshing and bright for Danta and Flora, while choosing one that’s sweet and dark for himself. “I am fairly confident it is her.” He hums in addition to Danta's voice, peeking up at the sky again and squinting as if it might help him see her better.
“I hear it is sweater season.” He playfully hums, his free hand brushing off his shoulder clad in the fabric of a thick sweater as they head toward getting drinks so they can relax by the fires – something he’s looking forward to as it’s painfully obvious each step away from the bonfire how the chill eats at him.
His tail flicks lazily behind him as Danta answers Flora’s question about the speck in the sky, roaring her little heart out, taking the moment to collect drinks for all three of them and passing them off – picking something refreshing and bright for Danta and Flora, while choosing one that’s sweet and dark for himself. “I am fairly confident it is her.” He hums in addition to Danta's voice, peeking up at the sky again and squinting as if it might help him see her better.
Astaroth
We can live out where the warmth is 'til our names are etched in stone
