// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
He half expects the typical answer – the snark, the subtle you should be, and yet when he receives the answer in a straight enough answer, the butcher’s shoulders deflate ever so slightly, as if all the tension of worrying whether or not he’d beat into him have suddenly fled the cavern of his chest. Drawn to a stop as he is, his dark gaze harbors nothing now as he watches Danta check the wounds, as he grasps his hands to keep them from trembling that feel just a bit too cold, but not enough to worry about yet.
And Danta continues and he releases a soft little breath, leaning forward to press his forehead against Danta’s in a chaste but quiet touch, needed to ground himself as he starts straightening up again, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself. “I needed to clear my head.” Which, as it turns out, requires a lot of blood loss. And maybe it isn’t entirely clear either right now, but at least he has something else to focus on other than the gnawing stress and anxieties that have bubbled to the surface.
And Danta continues and he releases a soft little breath, leaning forward to press his forehead against Danta’s in a chaste but quiet touch, needed to ground himself as he starts straightening up again, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself. “I needed to clear my head.” Which, as it turns out, requires a lot of blood loss. And maybe it isn’t entirely clear either right now, but at least he has something else to focus on other than the gnawing stress and anxieties that have bubbled to the surface.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
