// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
It’s exactly what the butcher wants too – and while the word of what exactly it is, stalls on the tip of his tongue. Navigating around it, despite the liquid courage in his veins, the butcher simply continues to let his fingertips trail against the diamond horns and dive into blonde strands as Danta’s blue gaze lifts to meet his nearly black gaze in the lowlight of the room. “Maybe that would be fun.” He suggests, lips quirking into a too sharp smirk at the thought. “We can keep a tally of what people think or assume in the back rooms.” Head tilting into the pillows a bit, the grin remains just as sharp toward the Maverick in his arms.
His hands slip down to rest against his shoulders in a tight embrace, fingertips tapping little designs and patterns into the blonde’s spine as he slowly starts to consider the events of the day and the insanity of what had happened earlier, and now would likely be that time to announce the heartfelt I love yous for the Maverick’s ears – but he shies away, letting the sensation flipflop in his stomach. So instead, he lets his smile falter slightly – still gentle and content despite being too sharp – when he begins to speak. “I want to keep you safe and happy.” It’s a quiet admission, awkwardly escaping his thicker accent, despite how he focuses hard on how Danta takes it, like he’s trying to gauge whether or not Danta would pull away like he had in Levinsward.
His hands slip down to rest against his shoulders in a tight embrace, fingertips tapping little designs and patterns into the blonde’s spine as he slowly starts to consider the events of the day and the insanity of what had happened earlier, and now would likely be that time to announce the heartfelt I love yous for the Maverick’s ears – but he shies away, letting the sensation flipflop in his stomach. So instead, he lets his smile falter slightly – still gentle and content despite being too sharp – when he begins to speak. “I want to keep you safe and happy.” It’s a quiet admission, awkwardly escaping his thicker accent, despite how he focuses hard on how Danta takes it, like he’s trying to gauge whether or not Danta would pull away like he had in Levinsward.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
