// up above so, up above so quiet //
Whether or not Danta’s up for the conversation, the slip is enough for the butcher to crawl into the bed after, hands strong and grabby for the other man to pull against him and curl his tail around Danta’s leg. “Am I what?” He asks quietly, muffled slightly by the blankets, but ignoring it in favor for trying to position them so that he can half bury his face in against the blonde’s, eyes closing easily as he relishes the moment of peace.
“I am too.” He sighs with a bit of unwarranted nostalgia. “I spent half my life in snow, I really would prefer to never have to deal with it again.” He drawls with a slight wrinkle of his nose, pressing his face in harder.
“I am too.” He sighs with a bit of unwarranted nostalgia. “I spent half my life in snow, I really would prefer to never have to deal with it again.” He drawls with a slight wrinkle of his nose, pressing his face in harder.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
