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the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Dantalion - 01-18-2025
[say]"I know I promised you a date back in Leafchange, but it blinked by before I could properly organise things for us,"[/say] Danta is apologising to Astaroth as he leads them across the marble flagstones of the Temple. The Maverick is practically walking backwards, a hand outstretched and snagged around Asta's fingers, his eyes alight with the sort of chaos that makes them appear darker, the sort that promises violence in the near future.
It's very, very late. Not far enough into the night for morning to be on the horizon, but well beyond when most partygoers and revellers would still be out in public. No, this is a time for private affairs, and it's exactly what Danta has planned. He's dressed in pale colours, his white shirt crisp and pressed, his pants a pale and dusty blue; the sort of outfit that will show up splashes of other colours all too easily.
As they continue to move through the Temple, the torches flanking their soon-to-be rage room soon come into view, the smoulder blossoms beautifully decorating the entry way. [say]"Close your eyes,"[/say] he urges Asta. [say]"I want this part to be a surprise."[/say]
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Astaroth - 01-18-2025
“[say]I was not worried about it, darling.[/say]” The butcher hums, though the apology is waved off, he’s glued to the handsome look on his lover’s face as they traverse the flagstones of the Temple – watching the Maverick’s dark gaze as he walks backwards, keeping his hand in his in spite of the cold and the very late night. He’d been preparing, as it turns out, and for what the Butcher doesn’t know.
But he is excited to find out.
Danta’s pale colors reflect his own – though for what he doesn’t know. He’d simply been told to wear them and so he had. Nothing too fine, but it clings to him in all aspects that are at odds with the dark tines of his horns and the dark calculating gaze, so pale in comparison to the tanned skin and dark beard and the long head of hair slicked back. It casts brilliant shadows across his clothes as they pass the sconces and torches, reaching the rage room.
A few things start to make sense, despite how the butcher’s lips remain in an amused smile, and with his hand squeezing Danta’s gently, he exhales a soft sound and closes his eyes – indulging his lover for this surprise of a date. “[say]Then it shall be a surprise.[/say]” He confirms, still keeping his eyes closed, relying on Danta to guide him in.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Dantalion - 01-20-2025
[say]"Good,"[/say] Danta purrs, before falling silent entirely as Asta closes his eyes, as if worried he might blurt out what lays behind Door Number One (aka the only door) before they get there. Squeezing his hand in return and glancing back as the rage room comes into view - undisturbed, he's pleased to notice, since he'd dropped by a few minutes before - Danta carefully clicks open the latch and leads them inside.
Asta will notice, above all, the scent of sex and liquor in the air, though rest assured Danta isn't the one who has been participating. (Not yet, eyyyy). How he'd found the drifter - a cowboy or a unicorn wrangler or some shit, apparently - he doesn't know and he doesn't care. All that matters is that he'd been alone, he lives alone, and he belongs to bumfuck nowhere in King's End. The rest is just business, sorry
A great deal of the Dusklight's finest workers capped with some top shelf booze mixed with a copious amount of dreamdust, and here they are. Danta and Asta on a date, and the man strapped to the table before them the main event. [say]"Alright,"[/say] he whispers to the butcher, clicking the door shut behind them. [say]"Open your eyes."[/say]
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Morgen - 01-21-2025
One moment he was beddin' the herd down for the night, and before he could do so much as reach for his rope he breathed somethin' wonderful and new up his nose and the whole world just went and changed on him. Up was down, hot was grass, and sounds became music in his ears as he was carted away into the Last Whisper for what was to be his last hurrah. Luckily Morgen wasn't aware of any of that; any hunter worth his salt will tell you that scarin' an animal right before the kill spoils the meat.
Anyway, that's how Morgen ended up on a hard slab of stone in what would soon become the Rage Room. Despite the ropes that held him in place, the wrangler had no struggle in him, not when his limbs felt like clouds were sailin' through his joints and with his mind so far away. Pain, if there was any to be had, was just a twinkle on the horizon line thanks to the Dreamdust and Third eye.
[says]"Imma...need jus' a minute, if..."[/say] Having spent his waking hours being fucked, fucking, or being fed food so sweet and decadent he was sure he'd begun to sweat sugar, Morgen assumed that the voices swimming around him had come for sex. Which he was totally up for, he just, you know, needed a sec.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Astaroth - 01-21-2025
Amusement flickers in the butchers body language as his eyes remain closed and he’s guided in, his tail flicking back and forth like a cats in anticipation. The scents hit him first, a variety of them, liquor, drugs, sex, and everything in between. He can hear the door click shut, the rustle of some movement on what he can only assume is the slab of stone in the center of the rage room.
And when the whisper hits him, followed by the low hum of a different accent, he forces himself to look at Danta with that same amused smile playing on his lips before his dark gaze focuses entirely on the person strapped to the stone. “[say]Oh ho.[/say]” The butcher begins, reaching out to cup Danta’s cheek affectionately with a brief glance. “[say]What is your plan with this, darling?[/say]” He asks as he releases the Maverick to step toward the stone, to the man strapped to it, hand extending out to hover against sweat slick and warm skin.
He knows it’s unlikely to be sex, at least not with a stranger. So he has some idea of what this could be, but he waits like the good dog he is for the confirmation to indulge in the treat dangling in front of him, going so far as to look back over his shoulder toward his lover for confirmation.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
Brushing past the butcher, his fingers tickling across his shoulders as he approaches the table and the fetching man strapped upon it, Danta shrugs coquettishly and offers Asta a knowing grin. [say]"The plan?"[/say] he echoes, gesturing towards
[say]"And you can take as long as you need, friend"[/say] he purrs down to Morgen, warm hands smoothing through his hair and down across his chest. [say]"You leave this next part to us. Just lay back and enjoy it."[/say] Stepping back and inclining his head for Asta to take over, the Maverick is content to wait for the scent of blood to hit the air. [say]"He won't feel a thing,"[/say] he adds to the butcher, his voice pitched in a whisper.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Morgen - 01-24-2025
The words are like the first twinkling of stars overhead after a long day out on the road, and beneath them the wrangler is happy as a pig in shit to just lay back and let 'em sparkle. [say]"I'm happy to help, once...once I get my bearings,"[/say] he offers with the sort of stoic and kind quality of a man who knows that a day's work ain't never done, not even when the sun sets, and whose always up to lend a hand.
The thing is, though, death comes for good men same as it comes for bad; but a painless death? That's about the best damn thing any man can ask for.
So it is that Morgen tries to fix both ancients with a smile, and if he moves at all beneath his restraints, it's only to make their job all the easier for them.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Astaroth - 01-24-2025
Oh, he does have quite the plan already forming – but it’s permission granted by the Maverick that stays the Butcher’s hand. A dog, seeking approval for the bone he is about to receive, and with it granted in the low fetching tones of his lover’s voice – he cares little for whether or not Morgen can hear. Of course, his gaze does drift around the room that they had set up – a variety of instruments to choose from and he very nearly struggles trying to decide which to start.
It's that decision that takes a few moments while Danta speaks to their guest, returning to hear the whispered hum. “[say]You are beautifully wicked.[/say]” He drawls affectionately to the Maverick, reaching up to cup his jaw and cheek, pulling him in for a short kiss – a promise of more to come once the start of the fun has been had.
"[say]Do not worry to much about your bearings, darling.[/say]" It’s to Morgen that the butcher looks next, knives dropped around the wrangler with the intention of utilizing plenty of them in the coming minutes. But he doesn’t choose to take the stranger’s life just yet – not as he plucks what appears to be a fish knife – the blade flimsy but sharp as hell – and takes his time deciding just where to start. His moniker is quite the indicator, however, because as he presses the blade flat against Morgen’s chest, he begins to flay the wrangler at the top of his torso down, relishing in the blood that begins to bubble from the surface.
Unable to help himself, of course, this is sliced easily to be shared amongst himself and the Maverick – casting a too sharp and too dark grin over at his lover with the offering before he plucks a sharper, longer, butcher’s knife and begins to actually carve.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Dantalion - 01-29-2025
Smiling back down at
Asta is an artist when he gets going, and Danta has never been able to stand and watch for so long - as the heavy iron tang of blood hits the air and begins to paint lines of red across the wrangler's bare torso, already his mouth is watering. Accepting the morsel of flesh as if it's something delicate and sweet - and it is - he hums out a long sigh and presses his fingers indulgently into Morgen's shoulders, as if offering him a massage.
[say]"Gods,"[/say] he whispers to the butcher as he properly gets to work, eyes dark with wonder and lust (both bloodlust and the other kind, he might add), his tongue running across his fangs.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Astaroth - 01-29-2025
He has his moniker for a reason, of course. The butcher aptly does as he’s been named for, focusing on portions of
It’s a gloriously dark date, all things considered, and he keeps the wrangler alive long enough for him to step aside and leave room for Danta’s approach, beckoning his lover with bloodstained lips twisted into that dark, beautiful grin. “[say]Would you like the honors, love?[/say]” Comes the deep and heady purr Morgen carved enough to see the slowing beating of his heart.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Dantalion - 01-29-2025
The ground beneath their feet soon drinks up the blood spilling from the table, soaking there in a way that will become all too permanent the second they complete this quest for Dygra. With his dusty blue pants also stained with rosettes of red and his hands and wrists soon coated in it to the shirt cuffs, the Maverick's eyes are dark with the way his pupils have swallowed all the colour, and he draws close as Asta beckons him.
[say]"I have never been so restrained,"[/say] he whispers to the butcher as if it's an admission; his bloodlust is quick and violent; an unleashing rather than a slow, deliberate act, and he's almost vibrating with the tension in the air as he presses against Asta's side. Whispering a soft curse as he watches the pulse and jump of Morgen's heart, Danta's first instinct is to plunge his fist into the chest cavity and crush. He barely stops himself.
Instead, selecting that first implement Asta had picked up - the flimsy, wickedly sharp blade - he reaches into the open heat of Morgen's body, and presses the top of the knife into his heart until blood is all but erupting out of the organ. Until it quivers, and slows... and finally stops. Letting out a shivery sort of sigh, Danta is transfixed by the sight of the body, the violence caged in his own limbs something he fights to contain lest he make a mess they'll be forced to clean up.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Astaroth - 01-29-2025
A low chuckle slips past the butcher’s lips, agreement and approval in equal measure at the sight of Danta’s restraint. Asta is often meticulous, even with this sort of thing — unless he’s gone too long, instead letting it become a tempest whirlwind of violence before he’s controlled enough to return his roots, shifting from the uncontrollable violence into the sweet comfort of ritual.
Such was the cannibal’s life, wasn’t it?
So as Danta presses in, the butcher watches with utmost content and pleasure to see how he changes tactics, having expected those fingers to be like claws on the slow pulse. But the flimsy blade is chosen, the one that slices with such sharpness it would almost cut you if you stared at it too long. The blood sprays and Asta’s shifting from standing beside his lover to stand behind him, arms snaking around his middle and his head tucking into the crook of his neck, pressing a bloodied kiss to precede his words. “[say]Eat, Dantalion.[/say]” A quiet demand but still sharp nonetheless, his hands departing from Danta’s sides and chest to follow down his arms toward the open chest cavity of the wrangler, ready to sate himself alongside his lover provided he takes the first step.
It was always easier for the butcher to match Danta’s chaos than it was the other way around. At least this way he can try to keep the room mostly clean.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Dantalion - 01-29-2025
The blade slips from Danta's fingers onto the table at the first warm press of Asta's body against his back, the Maverick holding himself taut and only relaxing into the other man slowly, by degrees. Tilting his head to welcome the butcher against his neck, his command has a soft curse slipping through Danta's lips, as if the permission has been something he's been craving but also something perhaps better left unsaid.
With a quiet, unintelligible growl rumbling in his throat and Asta caging him in enough to ensure he doesn't get out of control, Danta's hand flinches forward into their prey once again, tearing the heart from the chest cavity and sinking his teeth into the rich muscle, tearing at it and coating himself afresh in blood. There's something carnal and starving, as always, in the way he feasts and sates his bloodlust, something that hints towards not enough, never enough, but between the two of them, perhaps they'll be able to get out of this at least a little bit put together.
RE: the kinda shouldn't that mean that you should - Astaroth - 01-29-2025
Practically purring to hear the growl slip past Danta’s lips, it’s with a wicked grin pressed against his neck that he watches as the Maverick’s hand makes that flinching approach toward the open cavity of Morgen’s chest. The heart is retrieved and quickly bitten into, the butcher refraining from withdrawing and simply letting the blood spray onto his face from where Danta’s bite has it soaking the both of them.
“[say]Take as much as you like.[/say]” Another kiss is pressed to his lover’s neck while he purrs his invitation, withdrawing enough to let him keep the heart as he withdraws the wrangler’s liver, inspecting it for a brief moment before he indulges as well, letting the blood coat his chin and front and over Danta’s shoulder as well.