reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
He knows Danta knows that feeling, but the butcher should be more on top of it than he has been. He knows when he’s hungry, he knows when it creeps in, he knows when to abandon everything and go and sate it. And even despite all of the ways the signs are fully in swing (the way he’s lingered by Danta’s pulse, the way he hasn’t touched his food, the way he’d scented the very small droplet of blood Flora had painted her lips with), the butcher still hadn’t gone and done it.
Maybe it was a subconscious punishment for how he had acted when Danta’s was out of hand.
“I will.” He vows quietly, reaching for the glass to take a long slow sip from over Danta’s shoulder, before he cradles it in both hands resting against the blonde’s lap. The subject of Maea sparks immediate tension, though, head tilting to press his forehead against Danta’s bare shoulder as he barely hides the groan of a sound that leaves him.
“Unfortunately. She was at Frey’s Breath when Flora and I arrived.” Danta would be able to feel the way his nose wrinkles, the way that he shakes his head slightly and a lock of hair falls out from behind one of his horns, brushing against the other man’s skin.
Maybe it was a subconscious punishment for how he had acted when Danta’s was out of hand.
“I will.” He vows quietly, reaching for the glass to take a long slow sip from over Danta’s shoulder, before he cradles it in both hands resting against the blonde’s lap. The subject of Maea sparks immediate tension, though, head tilting to press his forehead against Danta’s bare shoulder as he barely hides the groan of a sound that leaves him.
“Unfortunately. She was at Frey’s Breath when Flora and I arrived.” Danta would be able to feel the way his nose wrinkles, the way that he shakes his head slightly and a lock of hair falls out from behind one of his horns, brushing against the other man’s skin.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
