Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
“Good.” He hums contently, flashing a small smile back at the Maverick once he’s fishing around for another piece to spear with the sharpened bone-pick. Snagging a piece of beet, it’s almost as dark red as the blood left behind on Danta’s plate. “No, it is quite nice. The roasting adds a nice taste of flame to it.” Which is probably one of the only reasons the butcher is actually picking at the roasted vegetables – given how much of a carnivore he is apart from his sweet tooth.
Speaking of his sweet tooth, the butcher’s smile is softer and charmed as he lets his tail coil around Danta’s loosely, head tilting opposite of his lover to let his dark gaze focus on him, made entirely black by the dark duskiness of the Dusklight. His shadows dance a little vibrating thrum around his shoulders, curling around his neck like a makeshift sheer scarf. “Only if you wish to indulge with me, darling. I do not think I could devour one entirely by myself.” He isn’t opposed to it, but he’s fairly certain he wouldn’t finish it. Which, isn’t really the end of the world, he supposes.
Speaking of his sweet tooth, the butcher’s smile is softer and charmed as he lets his tail coil around Danta’s loosely, head tilting opposite of his lover to let his dark gaze focus on him, made entirely black by the dark duskiness of the Dusklight. His shadows dance a little vibrating thrum around his shoulders, curling around his neck like a makeshift sheer scarf. “Only if you wish to indulge with me, darling. I do not think I could devour one entirely by myself.” He isn’t opposed to it, but he’s fairly certain he wouldn’t finish it. Which, isn’t really the end of the world, he supposes.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
