you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
Luckily for Danta, the butcher isn’t intending on going anywhere — not with the superheated body he blankets, soaking up and craving the warmth like a lizard on a heat rock. So he settles, once he’s in a position to flash those sharp teeth at the blonde, absorbing the information regarding Danta’s birthday. Flowerbirth. Easy enough. “Well, please do inform me of what day you choose for the birthday coming up and we could do something nice.” He suggests, before his smile slants a touch mischievously. “I have never once celebrated my birthday.”
As for his teeth and those particular dramatics, Danta will feel the rumble of the butcher’s laugh before it spills from his lips, vibrating through him even as he remains still for Danta’s fingers to press against his lips, showing off the pale yet sharp additions. He waits to answer until his fingers are out of slicing radius, though. “It did for some of them. It mostly felt strange. I think I was… thirteen? It was our rite of passage. There was a large celebration and then I got strapped to a chair and a file taken to them.” He hums, prodding at the back of one of his incisors with his sore tongue. “When it was done we had our first chance to truly sink our teeth into someth—someone.” He nearly catches himself hiding his preferences as he’s had to do, but realizing halfway through the word that he doesn’t need to hide it.
As for his teeth and those particular dramatics, Danta will feel the rumble of the butcher’s laugh before it spills from his lips, vibrating through him even as he remains still for Danta’s fingers to press against his lips, showing off the pale yet sharp additions. He waits to answer until his fingers are out of slicing radius, though. “It did for some of them. It mostly felt strange. I think I was… thirteen? It was our rite of passage. There was a large celebration and then I got strapped to a chair and a file taken to them.” He hums, prodding at the back of one of his incisors with his sore tongue. “When it was done we had our first chance to truly sink our teeth into someth—someone.” He nearly catches himself hiding his preferences as he’s had to do, but realizing halfway through the word that he doesn’t need to hide it.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
