// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
A slow nod is given from the butcher with the answer, humming quietly to say he’s heard him — but the lick of flame that meets him in turn against his cheek and lips has his head tilting into the warmth, exhaling a shivery sigh when it’s gone.
He trudges in later, immediately moving toward the bed to sit on the edge of it and make it easier for the Maverick to clean him up. The blanket drops around him, his posture not at all the prim and proper version it was typically. Light from the sconces and lamps, the flickering flame reflecting off of his face and body. It’s with a quiet, tired resolve that the butcher lets Danta clean him up — not before flinching at the initial touch. He relaxes a second later, swallowing hard and shifting wherever the blonde needs him to.
Warm water relaxes him and as he settles a bit easier, the butcher’s gaze finally lifts to his face. “How is your leg?” He asks, voice quiet, scanning his face with a different kind of intensity as if to make sure he’s actually okay and not lying.
It had been a relatively hard bite.
He trudges in later, immediately moving toward the bed to sit on the edge of it and make it easier for the Maverick to clean him up. The blanket drops around him, his posture not at all the prim and proper version it was typically. Light from the sconces and lamps, the flickering flame reflecting off of his face and body. It’s with a quiet, tired resolve that the butcher lets Danta clean him up — not before flinching at the initial touch. He relaxes a second later, swallowing hard and shifting wherever the blonde needs him to.
Warm water relaxes him and as he settles a bit easier, the butcher’s gaze finally lifts to his face. “How is your leg?” He asks, voice quiet, scanning his face with a different kind of intensity as if to make sure he’s actually okay and not lying.
It had been a relatively hard bite.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
