there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet
“Oh, certainly.” The butcher agrees, drawn up to his full height and dressed for the event more than he had previously. Sure, he’d had the tassled vest and pants, but this year he’s opted for something a bit closer to goth/witch cowboy. He’s got the black boots on, a black cowboy hat with a wide brim, tight black jeans and opting not to have the dark fancy shirt he’d worn last time, he arrives shirtless – apart from the vest worn over his scars and skin.
The starburst of his scar tissue is entirely visible in its rigid branches and he glances over at his fiancé to quietly admire his own outfit – red’s always a brilliant choice for the Maverick in his opinion – and he spots the chaos of a potentially bad idea brewing in his stunning blue eyes. “Oh? Do enjoy, darling.” He asks before Danta’s departing, each clink of the spurs on his lover’s boots like a bell he keys into to ensure he doesn’t lose him to the crowd.
Humming a soft laugh to himself, the butcher’s sure that Danta will find him once he’s done signing up and before the event actually starts, so he drifts over toward Nikandr in the booth and sits beside him, shooting his too sharp smile over at the abandoned. “Hello Niki, dear.” He hums, his accent practically purring with his good mood. "My fiancé has decided to be a rider this year, so perhaps you will not mind my company to watch?" A dark brow lifts playfully as he tilts his head.
Asta is watching!
The starburst of his scar tissue is entirely visible in its rigid branches and he glances over at his fiancé to quietly admire his own outfit – red’s always a brilliant choice for the Maverick in his opinion – and he spots the chaos of a potentially bad idea brewing in his stunning blue eyes. “Oh? Do enjoy, darling.” He asks before Danta’s departing, each clink of the spurs on his lover’s boots like a bell he keys into to ensure he doesn’t lose him to the crowd.
Humming a soft laugh to himself, the butcher’s sure that Danta will find him once he’s done signing up and before the event actually starts, so he drifts over toward Nikandr in the booth and sits beside him, shooting his too sharp smile over at the abandoned. “Hello Niki, dear.” He hums, his accent practically purring with his good mood. "My fiancé has decided to be a rider this year, so perhaps you will not mind my company to watch?" A dark brow lifts playfully as he tilts his head.
Asta is watching!
Astaroth
it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get
