// with our one foot in the grave //
“You are lying.” The butcher says with a huff of a laugh, deep and airy as he starts that stalking motion, crowding and pressing Danta back until he can lean against the trunk of the tree, avoiding the jar with the seed ghost trapped within it. All the while, the butcher’s smile remains sharp and pointed, amused and playful despite the topic of conversation, practically daring the blonde.
Humming a curious note, his head cocks, arms lifting to ‘cage’ the Maverick in against the tree and invade his space more. “Are you forfeiting?” Which means he’s right, isn’t he? Because now, stubbornly, the butcher might just let Danta fall to prove a point. At least he’d take care of him after, soothe his bruises and the potential bruised ego.
Humming a curious note, his head cocks, arms lifting to ‘cage’ the Maverick in against the tree and invade his space more. “Are you forfeiting?” Which means he’s right, isn’t he? Because now, stubbornly, the butcher might just let Danta fall to prove a point. At least he’d take care of him after, soothe his bruises and the potential bruised ego.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
