// when it feels like all the world is wearing a frown //
Glass in hand, the Butcher swirls the halovian whiskey in the glass, the firelight catching on the amber of the drink as he peers out the windows beside the Maverick to watch the citizens mill about. “Oh ho, it could be a Longheat activity, perhaps?” The Butcher murmurs, lips quirking into a small smirk. He’s not opposed to the idea, but the furthest away from water he can be this season, the better off he is.
Besides, it sounds like a lot of effort he’s not quite willing to do. “I hear the encantados can conjure storms.” He muses, glancing sidelong to his fiancé with a shark tooth smile, flickering in the lights of the Last Word. He pushes up the sleeve of his cream, fair island sweater, with green patterning along the collar and wrists. He’s comfortably warm as well, even with his hair swept back and out of the way to be a little easier to maintain this evening. “Mm, a good chance of burning himself or succeeding. I am not sure which I prefer.” He says, unknowingly reiterating Danta’s own line of thought.
But he hoists his glass to clink it against Danta’s with a raised brow. “Here’s to hoping Flora wins.” He toasts with a little chuckle, taking a long slow sip of the whiskey.
Asta is standing with Danta just inside the Last Word!
Besides, it sounds like a lot of effort he’s not quite willing to do. “I hear the encantados can conjure storms.” He muses, glancing sidelong to his fiancé with a shark tooth smile, flickering in the lights of the Last Word. He pushes up the sleeve of his cream, fair island sweater, with green patterning along the collar and wrists. He’s comfortably warm as well, even with his hair swept back and out of the way to be a little easier to maintain this evening. “Mm, a good chance of burning himself or succeeding. I am not sure which I prefer.” He says, unknowingly reiterating Danta’s own line of thought.
But he hoists his glass to clink it against Danta’s with a raised brow. “Here’s to hoping Flora wins.” He toasts with a little chuckle, taking a long slow sip of the whiskey.
Asta is standing with Danta just inside the Last Word!
Astaroth
// put a smile on and spread it around //
