// day breaks sorrow //
For the first time in seasons the butcher feels as if he can confidently mingle without being a horrible threat to society. Leaving Danta to mingle on his own as well, the butcher sets his sights on a familiar man who seems like the type to prefer reading and drinking tea by the large bonfires than actually indulging in any of the debauchery that appears to be happening surrounding them.
He's a bit buzzed by the multitude of warm and lovely drinks he’s downed by the time he swans over toward Nikandr, his sharp grin on display as he sinks into the open seat beside him rather than asking if the chair is taken. (It is now.) “Hello Niki, darling. Have you migrated to warmer temperatures for Deepfrost or are you no longer residing in the Greatwood?” He asks, angling his horned head toward Niki with a glimmer of fondness in the black of his eyes.
He's a bit buzzed by the multitude of warm and lovely drinks he’s downed by the time he swans over toward Nikandr, his sharp grin on display as he sinks into the open seat beside him rather than asking if the chair is taken. (It is now.) “Hello Niki, darling. Have you migrated to warmer temperatures for Deepfrost or are you no longer residing in the Greatwood?” He asks, angling his horned head toward Niki with a glimmer of fondness in the black of his eyes.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
