// i saw the walls, finished and plain //
“Ah, right, right.” The Butcher huffs a soft laugh, miming the idea of zipping his lips before he’s reaching for Danta’s hand to press a soft kiss to the back of his knuckles, trying to warm up any cold that might be lingering in his fingertips. His dark gaze scans his fiance’s face, spying the feline smile curl around his lips, and as he withdraws he listens to the way Danta could make the drink that much better.
Humming a note in thoughtful concentration, he imagines the drink in mind – sage to garnish it and edible gold or glitter, and it’s his turn to flash him his own mischievous smile. “Edible gold and perhaps a smattering of prismatic glitter to mirror your horns and I believe we will have a new cocktail on our hands. The Maverick has a nice ring to it.” Smirking and prolonging the jest before he can’t help the soft laugh that leaves him, he takes a long slow sip of the drink now that it isn’t in an icy cup.
His arm winds around Danta to tuck him in close to his side as he comes over to relax, clinking his glass against his fiance’s and follows the gesture toward the sky where the starts glitter above in shapes and designs so different from what he used to use as a guide. “Alright, well.. For starters, the constellations we used to see have moved away from the degrees in the sky that they were when we were around before.” He starts to explain, his gaze focused on the sky as he tries to pinpoint them. “They haven’t exactly changed entirely, but their positions have. Like… Up there, to the right, that used to be one my clan called los sabuesos. It was what we used to guide our way back home. It used to be aimed more.. northern, but it has edged further to the east.” He murmurs, tilting his head slightly before he’s glancing back down toward Danta with a small, amused smile. “If you squint they look a little like they could be dogs. It is why we called them the bloodhounds.” Knowing it was unlikely for Danta to be able to pick up the unique dialect his clan had back in the day, the translation is easy to offer up.
Humming a note in thoughtful concentration, he imagines the drink in mind – sage to garnish it and edible gold or glitter, and it’s his turn to flash him his own mischievous smile. “Edible gold and perhaps a smattering of prismatic glitter to mirror your horns and I believe we will have a new cocktail on our hands. The Maverick has a nice ring to it.” Smirking and prolonging the jest before he can’t help the soft laugh that leaves him, he takes a long slow sip of the drink now that it isn’t in an icy cup.
His arm winds around Danta to tuck him in close to his side as he comes over to relax, clinking his glass against his fiance’s and follows the gesture toward the sky where the starts glitter above in shapes and designs so different from what he used to use as a guide. “Alright, well.. For starters, the constellations we used to see have moved away from the degrees in the sky that they were when we were around before.” He starts to explain, his gaze focused on the sky as he tries to pinpoint them. “They haven’t exactly changed entirely, but their positions have. Like… Up there, to the right, that used to be one my clan called los sabuesos. It was what we used to guide our way back home. It used to be aimed more.. northern, but it has edged further to the east.” He murmurs, tilting his head slightly before he’s glancing back down toward Danta with a small, amused smile. “If you squint they look a little like they could be dogs. It is why we called them the bloodhounds.” Knowing it was unlikely for Danta to be able to pick up the unique dialect his clan had back in the day, the translation is easy to offer up.
Astaroth
// lavender blooms on the ink of my name //
