southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

“Have you been preparing, then?” The butcher teases, relaxing even more to the brush of Danta’s calf against his own. He too takes another big sip of his cocktail, letting it warm him. Danta’s plan is one that he can get behind, though, and he says as much.

The rest of the dinner goes off beautifully. The sunset warming and enclosing them in hues of oranges and reds before the sun fully dips below the horizon. During that time, the conversation is perfect and the food comes out phenomenal. The bottle of wine is gone, another ordered and half drank, a healthy buzz that coincides with the perfect fullness of dinner and a sweet yet not sweet dessert that the butcher had insisted on.

Once everything is finished, stars flit overhead though without having the sun, the heat still has not dissipated. It’s just as warm as he collects the bone flower, pays for their meal, and snags the half of the bottle remaining before taking Danta’s hand again to guide them back toward the Wildering House.

“There is something truly special about a Torchline sunset, no?” He hums contently.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///