so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
A sharp, humorless laugh leaves the butcher’s lips as Danta’s voice leaves him — he knows what he’s done, maybe he did it intentionally, maybe he didn’t. It’s hard to say. What he does know is that Danta is immediately on him and gods if it doesn’t feel like how things once had been.
Only this time the floors are made of wood and the door and walls aren’t made of rock, but the results are the same. He is shoved back, his back hitting the door with a loud thud that certainly doesn’t seem to scream anything differently than the other doors below them. He doesn’t have his cane, either, an unfortunate side effect as Danta’s hands collide with skin rather than clothing, as do his teeth, sparking a drop of blood to bead to the surface of his shoulder where he’d been pinned.
“Get off of me.” Hissing, his arms come up to brace, tail winding around Danta’s leg and tugging to throw him off balance, paired with the shove against the other man’s chest, snagging the fire he’s brought to the fight and promptly flaring it back at him in a haze of sparks.
Only this time the floors are made of wood and the door and walls aren’t made of rock, but the results are the same. He is shoved back, his back hitting the door with a loud thud that certainly doesn’t seem to scream anything differently than the other doors below them. He doesn’t have his cane, either, an unfortunate side effect as Danta’s hands collide with skin rather than clothing, as do his teeth, sparking a drop of blood to bead to the surface of his shoulder where he’d been pinned.
“Get off of me.” Hissing, his arms come up to brace, tail winding around Danta’s leg and tugging to throw him off balance, paired with the shove against the other man’s chest, snagging the fire he’s brought to the fight and promptly flaring it back at him in a haze of sparks.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
