we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
Despite the mud and awfulness that seemed to shroud this season – the party is an absolute highlight. Even the cold trek taken to Torchline had been one that wasn’t too dreary. But Asta knows all the hard work that Flora would have put into this, so he finds it of utmost importance it remains entirely a secret until it’s fully unveiled.
As such, he’s convinced Danta to wear a blindfold – which, if you’ve given a cat that hates water a bath, you can see just how difficult of a feat that had been. “I know, darling, but it is only temporary.” He pauses, his arm wrapped around Danta’s middle, guiding him easily through the gates of the Wildering House. “Step here.” He murmurs, guiding Danta up the step until they are finally within the confines of the party and Asta gets the first look (and the quiet greetings to the spirits that have likely helped with this whole endeavor).
He spies Flora in her decadent red, vibrant and like fire incarnate – stunning as she almost always was. He grins to her, each sharp tooth on display as they stop just underneath the glittering crystals of stained glass – the lights playing off Danta’s diamond horns in a stunning array of rainbows and multicolored hues that splash and dance across himself – dressed dark enough to physically portray being the Maverick’s shadow. She's certainly outdone herself, able to pick apart each facet of the decorations like they're living gemstones. It's brilliant and absolutely every ounce the beauty he'd imagined it could be.
“Ready, my love?” The light splashes onto him as he slips around to Danta’s back, his voice a low timber of warmth, looking up after to shoot a wink to Flora over his lover’s shoulder before his fingers are untying the red silk that had been used to blot out Danta’s vision, granting him the moment to take in the decadence.
As such, he’s convinced Danta to wear a blindfold – which, if you’ve given a cat that hates water a bath, you can see just how difficult of a feat that had been. “I know, darling, but it is only temporary.” He pauses, his arm wrapped around Danta’s middle, guiding him easily through the gates of the Wildering House. “Step here.” He murmurs, guiding Danta up the step until they are finally within the confines of the party and Asta gets the first look (and the quiet greetings to the spirits that have likely helped with this whole endeavor).
He spies Flora in her decadent red, vibrant and like fire incarnate – stunning as she almost always was. He grins to her, each sharp tooth on display as they stop just underneath the glittering crystals of stained glass – the lights playing off Danta’s diamond horns in a stunning array of rainbows and multicolored hues that splash and dance across himself – dressed dark enough to physically portray being the Maverick’s shadow. She's certainly outdone herself, able to pick apart each facet of the decorations like they're living gemstones. It's brilliant and absolutely every ounce the beauty he'd imagined it could be.
“Ready, my love?” The light splashes onto him as he slips around to Danta’s back, his voice a low timber of warmth, looking up after to shoot a wink to Flora over his lover’s shoulder before his fingers are untying the red silk that had been used to blot out Danta’s vision, granting him the moment to take in the decadence.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
