// day breaks sorrow //
“No?” The butcher asks, though it really shouldn’t surprise him. It makes sense to him that Niki in the Greatwood would have likely not seen so many bonfires with the off chance one might try to light the entire forest aflame. That, and it has been many centuries since the butcher had lived in Halo where Whitebrim was connected by bonfire to bonfire to bonfire. “Before I became an Ancient we nearly exclusively used bonfires.” He hums, offering the explanation as he sips from the warm coffee, letting the heat of it warm him further. “Of course, it was Halo, so I suppose it makes sense.” He chuckles softly.
That’s precisely before he takes his glance around, trying to spot Danta around the bonfires, hearing the tell tale pop of fireworks in the distance before he hears laughter bubble up from the groups – and one in particular belonging to the love of his life. It brings a particular warmth to his chest, one that he can’t hide from the curve of his smile as he sinks back into the beach chair and they make their plans.
Considering it, he brightens with the mention of Niki’s own creations, there’s a slight eagerness in his tone. “That sounds brilliant. You are welcome to stay in my old room in the Dusklight, if you have no other preference.” Of where to stay, that is. His room was mostly still used as storage these days, not quite ready to part with it.
That’s precisely before he takes his glance around, trying to spot Danta around the bonfires, hearing the tell tale pop of fireworks in the distance before he hears laughter bubble up from the groups – and one in particular belonging to the love of his life. It brings a particular warmth to his chest, one that he can’t hide from the curve of his smile as he sinks back into the beach chair and they make their plans.
Considering it, he brightens with the mention of Niki’s own creations, there’s a slight eagerness in his tone. “That sounds brilliant. You are welcome to stay in my old room in the Dusklight, if you have no other preference.” Of where to stay, that is. His room was mostly still used as storage these days, not quite ready to part with it.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
