// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He absolutely makes a mess of the ramphire, feathers and blood clinging to the volcanic rock that make up his shift. Heat burns and twists the tang of blood on the air into ash. He takes his time with it, devouring and sating and trying his best to feel normal again. As close to normal as he can.
Only when he’s satisfied does the Lial seek out the Maverick, a low rumble announcing his presence as he weaves through the grass. A hard nose pokes gently at Danta’s back before the butcher returns to himself, coated in blood and bones aching with exhaustion. He’s on his knees, face to face with the blonde, before he presses in and absolutely ruins Danta’s clothes to blanket himself and steal a bloody, iron tinted kiss as he selfishly fits himself onto the other Ancient’s lap.
Withdrawing to bury his face into Danta’s neck, his weight is heavy. “Thank you.”
Only when he’s satisfied does the Lial seek out the Maverick, a low rumble announcing his presence as he weaves through the grass. A hard nose pokes gently at Danta’s back before the butcher returns to himself, coated in blood and bones aching with exhaustion. He’s on his knees, face to face with the blonde, before he presses in and absolutely ruins Danta’s clothes to blanket himself and steal a bloody, iron tinted kiss as he selfishly fits himself onto the other Ancient’s lap.
Withdrawing to bury his face into Danta’s neck, his weight is heavy. “Thank you.”
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
