I told you, you were brave

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

Snorting lonely, the butcher nods his head slightly — ruffling the blonde that his jaw is pressed against. He doesn’t even tense up with the mention of Moira, instead he continues stroking gentle designs of their initials, complete with loops and swirls, humming a soft laugh. “That sounds lovely, darling.” Because he does preen, often, actually. And it’s charming that Danta mentions it for that rather than the other idea that he had mentioned in the heat of the moment.

Tilting his head up slightly as the Maverick’s lips trail up the underside of his jaw, Danta will feel the vibration of his voice just as much as the actual sound itself. “Somewhat. Physically, more so.” A long way to say that his body was tired but he wasn’t quite ready to sleep just yet. Not that he minds if Danta were to fall asleep. He’d earned it after all.

“I am simply enjoying the moment.” Because it had been beautiful and not at all like the usual fire that escapes them when they tumble into the sheets. He finds he doesn’t have a preference, but he wouldn’t be opposed to the slow burn of a night on occasion. “I am also imagining where I would put all my things.” He hums, tilting his head down toward Danta to snatch a slow and tender kiss, one full of a tired playfulness.

Astaroth

say your prayers now