/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
Conceding the point, the butcher’s laugh is warm as he squeezes his lover’s hand once they emerge from the Wildering House’s doorstep. Leading him toward the restaurant in the waning sunset that paints Haulani in shades of gold and orange, the butcher hears Danta’s declaration and shoots him a most vibrant grin. “Mm, I think you may be right.” He winks, always happy to have the ego boost that Danta always was able to provide him.
He’ll let him win that round too over who’s the best fiancé when they both know it’s the other for each of them.
The restaurant is upon them quickly, however, and Asta can’t help but to watch the way the Maverick takes it in. At the question, though, the butcher practically beams, gliding through the doors to pass by the tables toward the other side of the wrap around balcony that makes it feel as if they’re completely surrounded by the water and the view of the sunset everywhere they look. “I have already picked the best spot.” And Danta would see just how much of the best spot it is, because it’s certainly a table for two with wine glasses prepped on the table and rather than a bouquet on the corner of vibrant tropical flowers, a singular rose seems to sit — but not any ordinary one. From a distance it appears to be a cream rose, but upon getting closer it certainly has the butcher’s touch. The rose is made of bone, sat perfectly in the vase between the two seats as Asta pulls Danta’s chair out for him to sit in (as the gentleman he is) and slips over toward the other side to take his own seat. “How is this, darling?” He asks, unable to look at the view but instead captivated by Danta entirely.
He’ll let him win that round too over who’s the best fiancé when they both know it’s the other for each of them.
The restaurant is upon them quickly, however, and Asta can’t help but to watch the way the Maverick takes it in. At the question, though, the butcher practically beams, gliding through the doors to pass by the tables toward the other side of the wrap around balcony that makes it feel as if they’re completely surrounded by the water and the view of the sunset everywhere they look. “I have already picked the best spot.” And Danta would see just how much of the best spot it is, because it’s certainly a table for two with wine glasses prepped on the table and rather than a bouquet on the corner of vibrant tropical flowers, a singular rose seems to sit — but not any ordinary one. From a distance it appears to be a cream rose, but upon getting closer it certainly has the butcher’s touch. The rose is made of bone, sat perfectly in the vase between the two seats as Asta pulls Danta’s chair out for him to sit in (as the gentleman he is) and slips over toward the other side to take his own seat. “How is this, darling?” He asks, unable to look at the view but instead captivated by Danta entirely.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
