// with our one foot in the grave //
“Correct.” The butcher drawls with that grin on display. The instructions are one that he knows will likely give some parts away, but the details? Those are for the butcher to surprise him with. And Astaroth fully intends to do just that.
Warmth spreads through him more completely now, curving along the edges of his cheekbones with the way he gently brushes his nose against his own. Dark eyes blink shut for a mere moment, smile fading to something more content than bloodthirsty and cocky.
Humming a thoughtful note when Danta stretches and speaks, the butcher’s gaze opens and he props himself up again, finally moving to take in the damage surrounding them. “That entirely depends on if you wish to sleep with blankets tonight.” He hums, plucking a charred piece of one of the furs and holding it up so Danta can see it but also so he can inspect it.
Warmth spreads through him more completely now, curving along the edges of his cheekbones with the way he gently brushes his nose against his own. Dark eyes blink shut for a mere moment, smile fading to something more content than bloodthirsty and cocky.
Humming a thoughtful note when Danta stretches and speaks, the butcher’s gaze opens and he props himself up again, finally moving to take in the damage surrounding them. “That entirely depends on if you wish to sleep with blankets tonight.” He hums, plucking a charred piece of one of the furs and holding it up so Danta can see it but also so he can inspect it.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
