lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
Dark brows lift at Danta’s comment, shaking his head slightly but not enough to jostle the hand threading through his hair nor to make his world spin a bit faster, the butcher’s smile remains. “That is far less fun.” Though he wouldn’t know, because it isn’t like he’s let Danta pet him as a fyrhund. Flora has, but it had been in moments of anxiety, discomfort. Here, he’s just drunk with a healing heart from feeling wounded mere hours ago.
Content to drift toward the cocoa stand, the butcher can both see and scent the toppings and additions, and it merely has his arm tightening around Danta before loosening so that he can order, all while the taller Ancient looks no better than a child in a candy store.
When the mug is handed to him, he clasps it without fear of the cup burning him, scenting the peppermint with a glimmer of glee enveloping him, unable to keep it behind a usually well crafted mask. “Do you think it gets much business during Longheat?” Aside from the Ancients, of course. But it’s a question nearly whispered as he drifts away from the stand to claim a bench seat at a table with enough room for Danta to sit beside him. Which he entirely encourages, by the way, tugging the Maverick along with him to settle before he takes a sip and hums a very content sound of relief. “It’s perfect.”
Content to drift toward the cocoa stand, the butcher can both see and scent the toppings and additions, and it merely has his arm tightening around Danta before loosening so that he can order, all while the taller Ancient looks no better than a child in a candy store.
When the mug is handed to him, he clasps it without fear of the cup burning him, scenting the peppermint with a glimmer of glee enveloping him, unable to keep it behind a usually well crafted mask. “Do you think it gets much business during Longheat?” Aside from the Ancients, of course. But it’s a question nearly whispered as he drifts away from the stand to claim a bench seat at a table with enough room for Danta to sit beside him. Which he entirely encourages, by the way, tugging the Maverick along with him to settle before he takes a sip and hums a very content sound of relief. “It’s perfect.”
Astaroth
say your prayers now
