// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
If the butcher had his choice, he’d have lead some depraved soul within the confines of the shrine section – but alas, he’d made a promise to the Maverick that he would be good and not draw attention to his personal proclivities. And so, while deer isn’t exactly his cup of tea, it’s enough to sate both of their bloodlusts for some time – an attempt to prevent the two of them from delving into their more feral sides.
Remaining still as Danta inspects the offering, his tail sweeping over to brush against the Maverick’s leg in a gentle touch, the grin is still on display fully as their quarry begins its slow panic, horned head twisting toward the door. “Something new, hmm? I would love nothing more than to see it.” He purrs, clearly quite intrigued, and before he drops the rope to block the door, the butcher reaches up to gentle cup the blonde’s face in a soft touch, stealing a chaste kiss before he withdraws, dropping the rope as he heads to block the door from letting the deer escape.
“Enjoy yourself, darling.” He fully intends to join in once he’s seen what Danta’s got up his sleeve, once the Maverick has spilled the stag’s blood. But rather than watch the creature as it grows more and more frantic each passing second, his dark honeyed gaze is glued on the blonde, anticipation and adoration mixing together to form an eagerness at witnessing the Maverick’s chaos.
Remaining still as Danta inspects the offering, his tail sweeping over to brush against the Maverick’s leg in a gentle touch, the grin is still on display fully as their quarry begins its slow panic, horned head twisting toward the door. “Something new, hmm? I would love nothing more than to see it.” He purrs, clearly quite intrigued, and before he drops the rope to block the door, the butcher reaches up to gentle cup the blonde’s face in a soft touch, stealing a chaste kiss before he withdraws, dropping the rope as he heads to block the door from letting the deer escape.
“Enjoy yourself, darling.” He fully intends to join in once he’s seen what Danta’s got up his sleeve, once the Maverick has spilled the stag’s blood. But rather than watch the creature as it grows more and more frantic each passing second, his dark honeyed gaze is glued on the blonde, anticipation and adoration mixing together to form an eagerness at witnessing the Maverick’s chaos.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
