// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
A dark laugh leaves the butcher as Charlie speaks, inclining his head slightly as she takes the heart from him. “It has been an age since I’ve had a heart.” He drawls, before his smile sharpens again. “But, it is a delicacy, and you, darling, did most of the work.” The praise is easily offered as his dark gaze watches with appreciation to see her saw through the muscle, tearing away a clean bite, and another shiver of delight threatens to run down his back – held back by the way his tail flicks to reveal his delight instead.
As she hands it back, he sits back, sharp teeth carving through it easily as he growls into the iron and muscle, allowing the warmth to spread through him and the blood to drip and make quite a fucking mess of his nice outfit. It’s fine. He devours enough of it to leave the last bit for her, offered back with that look she’d been hoping to see – a face darkened by thick blood, split apart by a too bright, too sharp grin.
Blood coats their victim like a glaze and gravy and Astaroth slips down just a bit to start utilizing his teeth and hands to tear and pull flesh and muscle, devouring just as a vulture might.
As she hands it back, he sits back, sharp teeth carving through it easily as he growls into the iron and muscle, allowing the warmth to spread through him and the blood to drip and make quite a fucking mess of his nice outfit. It’s fine. He devours enough of it to leave the last bit for her, offered back with that look she’d been hoping to see – a face darkened by thick blood, split apart by a too bright, too sharp grin.
Blood coats their victim like a glaze and gravy and Astaroth slips down just a bit to start utilizing his teeth and hands to tear and pull flesh and muscle, devouring just as a vulture might.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
