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
His chest isn’t all that soft beneath where Danta props his chin up, it’s at least stable and steady despite the butcher’s breaths to allow him to peer up at him, to watch the idea formulate in Astaroth’s mind. “Hmm,” he starts to say when Danta makes his first suggestion of a very comfy couch – leaning a touch toward it, until the second suggestion reaches his ears and the force of which his gaze snaps to meet the content and tired blues of the Maverick’s, well, it’s a wonder it doesn’t break any kind of speed record.
“Obviously I am going to pick the one that makes our bed into a den, darling.” He lets the smile twist on his face, the low purr slipping from him as he winds his arms tighter around Danta’s shoulders, trailing his fingertips up his spine to the nape of his neck, tracing over tense muscles there from the typical day to day. Even as Danta’s head tilts to press his ear to his chest, the low thrum of his heartbeat and the vibration of his accented voice will be felt and heard amongst the tender attention he gives to the Maverick’s neck and shorter blonde hairs found there.
His tail squeezes relatively pleased to hear that they could enlist Charlie’s help, enough that the smile is nearly audible when he speaks again. “I am sure she would love to be a part of it.” And likely love to hear about all of the drama that had lead to the butcher allowing himself to love, and to be loved in return.
“Obviously I am going to pick the one that makes our bed into a den, darling.” He lets the smile twist on his face, the low purr slipping from him as he winds his arms tighter around Danta’s shoulders, trailing his fingertips up his spine to the nape of his neck, tracing over tense muscles there from the typical day to day. Even as Danta’s head tilts to press his ear to his chest, the low thrum of his heartbeat and the vibration of his accented voice will be felt and heard amongst the tender attention he gives to the Maverick’s neck and shorter blonde hairs found there.
His tail squeezes relatively pleased to hear that they could enlist Charlie’s help, enough that the smile is nearly audible when he speaks again. “I am sure she would love to be a part of it.” And likely love to hear about all of the drama that had lead to the butcher allowing himself to love, and to be loved in return.
Astaroth
say your prayers now
