// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
Already latching onto the idea of a more detailed report, the butcher nearly deflates to hear the ban you, withdrawing from the other Ancient’s cheek to pin him with an exasperated, devastated (wholly dramatic) look. “But darlingggg,” he whines, all rich accent and intentional attempts to tug at his heartstrings. “Dios mio, I will starve.” It isn’t a real complaint, though, evident in how he can’t keep the smile from tugging back on his face, breaking it up with a soft and warm laugh.
He relaxes with Danta in his lap now, though, happily sandwiched between his fiance’s chest and the hand that spreads through his dark hair, tugging away at the knots there as his arms wind around Danta’s middle and connect to keep him from going anywhere anytime soon. Perusing the papers as they’re drawn closer, he hums a little thoughtfully. “Better you than me, Wasp.” He admits, tilting his head up to peer at the blonde with a knowing look. “I have a way with words, not with numbers.” Something Danta could – and should, honestly – be proud of. "Do they look good?" He asks after, given how busy the Dusklight is. He imagines they are, but the financials would be the first sign of something going wrong.
He relaxes with Danta in his lap now, though, happily sandwiched between his fiance’s chest and the hand that spreads through his dark hair, tugging away at the knots there as his arms wind around Danta’s middle and connect to keep him from going anywhere anytime soon. Perusing the papers as they’re drawn closer, he hums a little thoughtfully. “Better you than me, Wasp.” He admits, tilting his head up to peer at the blonde with a knowing look. “I have a way with words, not with numbers.” Something Danta could – and should, honestly – be proud of. "Do they look good?" He asks after, given how busy the Dusklight is. He imagines they are, but the financials would be the first sign of something going wrong.
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
