/// forgive me father, for i have sinned
and as i kneel here now,
and as i kneel here now,
The warmth of Charlie’s fingertips brushing across the very faintly there scars add to the butcher’s already radiating body heat, and it’s with his attention flitting to Danta as he finishes up the drinks and offers his own sass back, the butcher pulls his arm back in toward him with a roll of his eyes. “I happen to think you look best in gold, red, or black.” He drawls, retrieving his drink that has less cherries in it than Charlie’s.
Luckily he’s busy counting them to hear Danta’s acceptance of Charlie’s mention to dye it, that he doesn’t pop up with an immediate complaint. Instead, he takes a sip of the cocktail, tongue swiping away the sugar rim before he responds — leaning toward their priestess to do so. “Dark red. Like… A mahogany hue?” He suggests, peeling his gaze away from the blonde to look over at Charlie curiously while his tail winds around the leg of his barstool.
Luckily he’s busy counting them to hear Danta’s acceptance of Charlie’s mention to dye it, that he doesn’t pop up with an immediate complaint. Instead, he takes a sip of the cocktail, tongue swiping away the sugar rim before he responds — leaning toward their priestess to do so. “Dark red. Like… A mahogany hue?” He suggests, peeling his gaze away from the blonde to look over at Charlie curiously while his tail winds around the leg of his barstool.
Astaroth
hands red with blood,
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
