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
Rolling his eyes in playful annoyance, Astaroth tilts his head a little, catching that affectionate look from the Maverick that has his chest bleeding tension. “Need and want can be subjective, is what I was intending to say.” He says on a sigh before his chin rests on Danta’s shoulder again once he’s done with his slice of apple. “Ah yes, but I was not threatened like you were, before the ball.” His lips twist into a smirk, a sharp tooth and too sharp fang on display.
Scoffing with a soft huff of laughter, the butcher watches as the “sandwich” is lifted to the Maverick’s lips. “Do not pretend to tell me you do not enjoy the bruises.” His hand slips to Danta’s hip, toying and playful as he digs in his fingers to leave a few more.
Thinking about the option, it seems as good of one as any, and easier to keep from getting traced back to him. “Perhaps I can utilize the Cathedral.” It’s practically abandoned anyway, if he used it as a temporary torture chamber perhaps Dygra might enjoy it equally as much. It’s a thought that has him deeply invested, focused intensely on it and seeming far away for a few long moments.
Scoffing with a soft huff of laughter, the butcher watches as the “sandwich” is lifted to the Maverick’s lips. “Do not pretend to tell me you do not enjoy the bruises.” His hand slips to Danta’s hip, toying and playful as he digs in his fingers to leave a few more.
Thinking about the option, it seems as good of one as any, and easier to keep from getting traced back to him. “Perhaps I can utilize the Cathedral.” It’s practically abandoned anyway, if he used it as a temporary torture chamber perhaps Dygra might enjoy it equally as much. It’s a thought that has him deeply invested, focused intensely on it and seeming far away for a few long moments.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
