// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
“Home it is, then, love.” He hums, content and warm with the feeling of Danta’s hand in his back pocket and the Temple getting increasingly further behind them. The breeze that drifts through has a hint of cold wrapped around it, not enough to truly impact the two Ancients but enough that it feels like a fresh start. Like it’ll take away the slight tingle in all the spaces of his body that had been ribbons not long before.
The breeze catches on the flowy black shirt and jostles the cane slightly as the setting sun filters through with a haze of orange and gold that are at odds with the vibrant light spilling out from the bakery they approach. He scans it a few too many times before he hears Danta’s question, his arm squeezing around him as he shoots him a vibrant and too sharp smile. “No, no. We can sit and eat.” He confirms, overly confident in his abilities but willing to try anything if it helped Danta feel at least some semblance of normalcy.
Reaching the door, the butcher opens it for them and they stride in with ease. A few people sit within, the bakery decked out in oranges, reds, and golds in lieu of the season’s theme. A chalkboard menu sits beside the counter with a cute drawing of cups of cocoa and surprisingly cute vampyre gourds to reveal the more seasonal options. The rest of the menu lingers beside it as the owner of the bakery offers them a bright smile of recognition – wholly unaware of what’s occurred mere moments ago and offers a chipper ’what’re we gettin’ today, loves?’
The breeze catches on the flowy black shirt and jostles the cane slightly as the setting sun filters through with a haze of orange and gold that are at odds with the vibrant light spilling out from the bakery they approach. He scans it a few too many times before he hears Danta’s question, his arm squeezing around him as he shoots him a vibrant and too sharp smile. “No, no. We can sit and eat.” He confirms, overly confident in his abilities but willing to try anything if it helped Danta feel at least some semblance of normalcy.
Reaching the door, the butcher opens it for them and they stride in with ease. A few people sit within, the bakery decked out in oranges, reds, and golds in lieu of the season’s theme. A chalkboard menu sits beside the counter with a cute drawing of cups of cocoa and surprisingly cute vampyre gourds to reveal the more seasonal options. The rest of the menu lingers beside it as the owner of the bakery offers them a bright smile of recognition – wholly unaware of what’s occurred mere moments ago and offers a chipper ’what’re we gettin’ today, loves?’
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
