// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
“It is art.” The butcher purrs through the bars of his muzzle with a small smirk aimed at his fiancé. He does make a show of slipping another piece of the lemon tart through the bars as he glances over toward where Kaisel and Flora are with that nod of greeting, blessedly missing the glance that Danta makes toward Sunjata – correct in the fact that he’d certainly have raised hackles if he’d seen it.
For now, though, the mulled cider is a great distraction. He snags the one with the straw as he snorts softly, cradling the warm cup between both his hands. “I think it is probably because Ludo is pulling out all of its tricks, no?” He bounces his brows playfully, before one arm slips around Danta’s shoulders to keep him close as he sips from the cider, not at all worried of the heat of the drink.
Then, a lantern gets chosen and he peers through the brief darkness as the singular lantern remains lit, leaning into Danta with a conspirator’s tone. “Is that Sohalia?” He asks, wondering which lantern Flora’s friend (still friend, he thinks? Maybe?) brought that had been chosen.
For now, though, the mulled cider is a great distraction. He snags the one with the straw as he snorts softly, cradling the warm cup between both his hands. “I think it is probably because Ludo is pulling out all of its tricks, no?” He bounces his brows playfully, before one arm slips around Danta’s shoulders to keep him close as he sips from the cider, not at all worried of the heat of the drink.
Then, a lantern gets chosen and he peers through the brief darkness as the singular lantern remains lit, leaning into Danta with a conspirator’s tone. “Is that Sohalia?” He asks, wondering which lantern Flora’s friend (still friend, he thinks? Maybe?) brought that had been chosen.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
