/// forgive me father, for i have sinned
and as i kneel here now,
and as i kneel here now,
Oh he knows regardless of whether Danta was in actual pain the answer would be the same. Luckily for him, though, he isn’t and the butcher can pick him up with ease that comes from both familiarity and a long history of doing the same.
“Danta,” Astaroth chides, cut off from saying anything else when the Maverick’s tilting back and in his drunken state, the butcher’s 99% sure he’s about to fall off again. So his arms grow tighter in the little box he’s made even as Danta completes the little circuit with a well earned kiss (he thinks at least), and he’s quite happy to oblige.
yes, he's found he can be quite jealous in most circumstances, surprisingly
Regardless, he does think that it helps the wound on his tongue and he hopes his soothes any aches and pains from the fall, and his body language suggests as much when his shoulders slump slightly, his posture not at all the impeccable view the butcher typically put on. That, and he pulls away from the kiss with a slight nuzzle of his bearded cheek to Danta’s temple, before he’s fully separated enough to hear the question and yet see the knowing glance from the Maverick he cages in. “I am fairly confident that dear Charlie meant us, darling.” He drawls, already letting a playfully exasperated look cross his face.
“However, if you think it may help.” He drawls, gesturing with the hand in front of him toward Charlie with amusement glittering in his dark gaze, withdrawing to ensure he doesn’t fall off the barstool again if he did wish to steal a kiss from the priestess.
“Danta,” Astaroth chides, cut off from saying anything else when the Maverick’s tilting back and in his drunken state, the butcher’s 99% sure he’s about to fall off again. So his arms grow tighter in the little box he’s made even as Danta completes the little circuit with a well earned kiss (he thinks at least), and he’s quite happy to oblige.
Regardless, he does think that it helps the wound on his tongue and he hopes his soothes any aches and pains from the fall, and his body language suggests as much when his shoulders slump slightly, his posture not at all the impeccable view the butcher typically put on. That, and he pulls away from the kiss with a slight nuzzle of his bearded cheek to Danta’s temple, before he’s fully separated enough to hear the question and yet see the knowing glance from the Maverick he cages in. “I am fairly confident that dear Charlie meant us, darling.” He drawls, already letting a playfully exasperated look cross his face.
“However, if you think it may help.” He drawls, gesturing with the hand in front of him toward Charlie with amusement glittering in his dark gaze, withdrawing to ensure he doesn’t fall off the barstool again if he did wish to steal a kiss from the priestess.
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 ///
