Deimos
They each made their selections, deliberating nearly all unanimously – Lily more partial to the death-by-chocolate. He listened, awaiting the final verdict, eyes glancing back over to Rexanna – despite the fact that she couldn’t taste, had reached for them anyway in earnest. The vanilla lavender had won a majority of them over, had settled across tongues and palates, and would be the one on display for nuptial partakers. The beast nodded, taking hold of the tray and its empty adornments, intending to return it to where it’d belonged. “I will let Amalia know.” And he hadn’t missed the insinuation of another cake to devour and slaughter later – arching his brow only slightly and adding it to a list of things. With everything else completed, concluded, and settled, he meandered near the door, not one to stay for lengthy chit-chats and crowds. “You are welcome.” With a sincere smile that likely said and spouted a hundred variations of his convictions, those pressing matters of friends and family, and what’d he always promised to do for them. He indicated another nod to each individual in passing, before departing for the bakery again.
i rule the stars, not the other way around
