// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Letting a deep satisfaction curl in his gut as opposed to the darkness threatening to spill over, the butcher aims for focusing his attentions on the ‘luxere man’. Watching as she sidles up next to the man in a very comfortable motion, the next statement Danta makes has him wrinkling his nose, exhaling a whispered ugh, as if wondering why the Maverick had him thinking about it that deeply.
“Lovely.” He drawls with a sigh before he has a thought and he nestles in against Danta’s chest a bit tighter. Activating his glamor, the horns that threaten to pierce Danta should he lean in too close suddenly vanish, as does all the work he’d done to comb his hair back as it falls forward into his face again.
That, and the tail that has been wound around one of Danta’s leg vanishes too. “Let me just preemptively prepare myself.” He says with a sigh, rolling his eyes as he lifts his gaze up toward Danta — because now he won’t impale him with the action.
“Lovely.” He drawls with a sigh before he has a thought and he nestles in against Danta’s chest a bit tighter. Activating his glamor, the horns that threaten to pierce Danta should he lean in too close suddenly vanish, as does all the work he’d done to comb his hair back as it falls forward into his face again.
That, and the tail that has been wound around one of Danta’s leg vanishes too. “Let me just preemptively prepare myself.” He says with a sigh, rolling his eyes as he lifts his gaze up toward Danta — because now he won’t impale him with the action.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
