/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
A knowing grin spreads across the butchers face as he looks across the table at his fiancé. “It is a delightful spot and I already made the reservation.” He protests playfully, even though Danta’s 100% right. He is a control freak, for everything else except for the Maverick. For Danta, he finds his plans go awry more often than not and where in the past it might have fueled his frustrations or anger, there’s none but appreciation for the other Ancient for adding his brand of chaos into the butcher’s otherwise stalwart rigidity.
The weight of Danta’s tail wrapped around his own has him relaxing into the seat more, grateful for the silent ways in which they’ve gotten used to showing their affection and even pridefully doing so these days. As he reads the menu out and continues to read as Danta snaps his menu shut, he does draw silent as he picks out a few options for himself silently — glancing up to hear his answer for their drinks.
Lips quirking into an amused smirk, the butcher’s warm rumble of a laugh leaves him as he nods. “Quite right, darling.” He hums, deciding on his own meal — another variant of the surf and turf Danta likely has his eyes on.
Beckoning the waiter over, the butcher starts the order off with cocktails for the both of them and an appetizer of spicy prawns to get the evening started off. He lets Danta order whatever it is he wants before ending with his own and tacking on the bottle of their finest wine to come when the entrees finally come out.
Once that’s all done, the butcher sits back and looks across at his lover, a warmth to him that seems to settle and coil comfortably around him. “So, should we tell Flora tonight or wait until the morning?” He puts the ball in Danta’s court, supposing that the Maverick might have his own plans for how the rest of the night is going to go.
The weight of Danta’s tail wrapped around his own has him relaxing into the seat more, grateful for the silent ways in which they’ve gotten used to showing their affection and even pridefully doing so these days. As he reads the menu out and continues to read as Danta snaps his menu shut, he does draw silent as he picks out a few options for himself silently — glancing up to hear his answer for their drinks.
Lips quirking into an amused smirk, the butcher’s warm rumble of a laugh leaves him as he nods. “Quite right, darling.” He hums, deciding on his own meal — another variant of the surf and turf Danta likely has his eyes on.
Beckoning the waiter over, the butcher starts the order off with cocktails for the both of them and an appetizer of spicy prawns to get the evening started off. He lets Danta order whatever it is he wants before ending with his own and tacking on the bottle of their finest wine to come when the entrees finally come out.
Once that’s all done, the butcher sits back and looks across at his lover, a warmth to him that seems to settle and coil comfortably around him. “So, should we tell Flora tonight or wait until the morning?” He puts the ball in Danta’s court, supposing that the Maverick might have his own plans for how the rest of the night is going to go.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
