// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
He doesn’t want all of his hard work to go to waste for nothing, all because he didn’t want to be cold for a short amount of time. But he’s still happy to be as dramatic and whiny as possible, even with the shiver that races down his spine. Danta’s hand is an added injection of warmth, though, drawing him closer into keeping himself as close to the Maverick as possible. And as they slip toward the bar, the butcher doesn’t let him stray far from him.
He’s less imposing than usual. With his glamour up, his horns are nowhere to be seen and no tail to be found. But it doesn’t stop the shadow that creeps along the back of the Dusklight’s bar as he leans against the counter and watches with open admiration in his dark gaze for Danta’s stretch to reach the Halovian Whiskey from the top shelf. “Perfect.” One to start to warm him up and one to keep him warm when they’re back in their room.
With the shot glass in hand shortly after, the butcher’s grin is no less sharp as he toasts his to Danta’s own little happy cheer, chuckling softly. “And to the fountain wine.” He tacks on, clinking his glass against his fiance’s before he downs the shot of sweet bourbon whiskey with the immediate pinch of fire against his throat. Exhaling a huff of approval, the butcher sets the shot glass down against the counter briefly, straightening up as he lets it infiltrate all the cold parts of him that the heat hasn’t quite reached yet. “There is a reason it is my favorite, darling.” He drawls with a liquor hoarse voice and a knowing look.
It pauses for a moment as Danta asks him if he missed it, blinking at him with a little bit of surprise. “I..” He clamps his lips shut, actually thinking about the answer rather than responding with his gut. “Truthfully? I do miss it at times. I do not miss the snow but I do miss the vastness of it. Sunrises and sunsets. The way the air smelled pure.” He could go on and on, but he finds himself pausing, sheepishly shooting Danta a smile and a nod of his head to the whiskey as he lifts his shot glass again for another pour.
He’s less imposing than usual. With his glamour up, his horns are nowhere to be seen and no tail to be found. But it doesn’t stop the shadow that creeps along the back of the Dusklight’s bar as he leans against the counter and watches with open admiration in his dark gaze for Danta’s stretch to reach the Halovian Whiskey from the top shelf. “Perfect.” One to start to warm him up and one to keep him warm when they’re back in their room.
With the shot glass in hand shortly after, the butcher’s grin is no less sharp as he toasts his to Danta’s own little happy cheer, chuckling softly. “And to the fountain wine.” He tacks on, clinking his glass against his fiance’s before he downs the shot of sweet bourbon whiskey with the immediate pinch of fire against his throat. Exhaling a huff of approval, the butcher sets the shot glass down against the counter briefly, straightening up as he lets it infiltrate all the cold parts of him that the heat hasn’t quite reached yet. “There is a reason it is my favorite, darling.” He drawls with a liquor hoarse voice and a knowing look.
It pauses for a moment as Danta asks him if he missed it, blinking at him with a little bit of surprise. “I..” He clamps his lips shut, actually thinking about the answer rather than responding with his gut. “Truthfully? I do miss it at times. I do not miss the snow but I do miss the vastness of it. Sunrises and sunsets. The way the air smelled pure.” He could go on and on, but he finds himself pausing, sheepishly shooting Danta a smile and a nod of his head to the whiskey as he lifts his shot glass again for another pour.
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
