primo guides water to sit down on a decorated table with candles, a special vintage, and a few of his favorite flowers tied together. "allow me, water, to serve you tonight."
the water ghoul's eyes are lidded, as he sits amongst all of this -- luxury. only luxurious because of the night's implications. fausto has beaten him to the punch of any valentines day plans, that he might have been able to scrounge. being a ghoul making it somewhat harder to acquire the required materials for a fruitful holiday. things that might even hope to portray a fraction of the love & affection he holds in his heart, for the man whom brought his life to true fruition. though the candles, the decor (tasteful as his partner is known for), & the vintage on the table? it is not so far outside of his expectations, yet it is still everything he's ever hoped for. his lover always having been good to him.. but the novelty never wears off, when it comes to fausto.
he looks up, as he's guided down to his seat. pulled out, even. & he grips the clawed hand before fausto can go sit down, himself. his blue skin pokes forth from his back robes. purring, in looking up at the old man above him. "i love when you say things like that, amore." he muses a little thank you, in terms of primo's beloved terms of endearment. "but you don't have to break your back on my account. i'm perfectly capable of serving myself." he makes no moves, other than to plant a gentle kiss on the back of his lover's hand. maintaining eye contact, all the while. of course, the words are just a cheeky joke. he does want to be served. & he knows how fausto gets, when he's full of admiration. more exiting to see him insist. "Non ti merito, mio caro."
@condiabolis / / 'random' valentines day ask












