// with our one foot in the grave //
Downing the second shot, the butcher’s eyes trail after where Danta toasted to – realizing that he spots Thalassa in the distance. Flashing her a bright, shark-tooth grin and a nod of his head, he turns to look back at Danta when the impulse strikes him, confusion flaring in his face briefly before recalling it was essentially what the Blood Moon festival was about.
“Have fun, darling.” He calls after him, watching the shot glass sail through the air and shatter against cobblestones, before he chuckles lightly at the sight and the subsequent steam radiating from his lover. Offering a warm little cheer amongst the other voices that ring out, he leans gingerly against one of the stalls wreathed in shadows as he searches for a particular cherry taffy to gnaw on as he waits for his fire bending Theocrat to return. In the interim, he spots Flora and flashes her a wave, one extended to Kaisel in return should he look.
“Have fun, darling.” He calls after him, watching the shot glass sail through the air and shatter against cobblestones, before he chuckles lightly at the sight and the subsequent steam radiating from his lover. Offering a warm little cheer amongst the other voices that ring out, he leans gingerly against one of the stalls wreathed in shadows as he searches for a particular cherry taffy to gnaw on as he waits for his fire bending Theocrat to return. In the interim, he spots Flora and flashes her a wave, one extended to Kaisel in return should he look.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
