// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The repetition of rights that Danta says are met with the lessening of the rage in his dark gaze that slowly begins to shift into dull uncertainty. His hand tightens against Danta’s, slick and hot compared to the chill in the air and the sudden paleness to his bronze skin. What will make it better? Gods, something to sink his teeth into, something to keep the sudden anxieties of his things being taken away from him at bay, take your pick.
“I don’t know.” And gods if that isn’t a frightening statement leaving the butcher, paired with his shaking hands and his sudden deflation. “I… Sorry. When I failed…” He trails off, referencing the Climb, hoping that Danta follows his thought process. “Punishment was…” He grits his teeth and sighs, hand twitching over the other man’s as he works his jaw again and his posture seems to curve, probably from the blood loss.
“I don’t know.” And gods if that isn’t a frightening statement leaving the butcher, paired with his shaking hands and his sudden deflation. “I… Sorry. When I failed…” He trails off, referencing the Climb, hoping that Danta follows his thought process. “Punishment was…” He grits his teeth and sighs, hand twitching over the other man’s as he works his jaw again and his posture seems to curve, probably from the blood loss.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
