so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“Mm, you think so?” He asks with a playful banter that suggests he’s going to pray extra hard to get a flighted shift just to see Danta eat his words. But, for now, blessed with a volcanic canine and a volcanic alligator for shifts, it would be a long ways away.
As for what good the outfit would do up there, he snorts and wrinkles his nose a touch. “So you could watch me go up there as I typically am only to return how you prefer me. Like magic.” It’s punctuated with a kiss before he’s settling upright with the mug in hand, freed up enough to continue to rest his side against the Maverick and sip from the coffee without spilling it. And much like how the other Ancient feels about it, the butcher agrees entirely. It starts to wake him up, warm away the shivers, and soothes him both in and out. “Something purple for you, more than likely.” He murmurs, nudging the Theocrat only barely to not jostle him, as if his bones were truly made of dust.
His gaze softens with amusement as Danta says he’ll still let him dress him for the day and he shakes his head as if to decline such a one sided offer. “I shall only accept if you dress me for the day as well.” Since they both had lost to Charlie, they could still find some semblance of victory.
And already the butcher is imagining that sunset hued corset against the pale skin of the Theocrat, and it leaves him unknowingly staring at him in adoration.
As for what good the outfit would do up there, he snorts and wrinkles his nose a touch. “So you could watch me go up there as I typically am only to return how you prefer me. Like magic.” It’s punctuated with a kiss before he’s settling upright with the mug in hand, freed up enough to continue to rest his side against the Maverick and sip from the coffee without spilling it. And much like how the other Ancient feels about it, the butcher agrees entirely. It starts to wake him up, warm away the shivers, and soothes him both in and out. “Something purple for you, more than likely.” He murmurs, nudging the Theocrat only barely to not jostle him, as if his bones were truly made of dust.
His gaze softens with amusement as Danta says he’ll still let him dress him for the day and he shakes his head as if to decline such a one sided offer. “I shall only accept if you dress me for the day as well.” Since they both had lost to Charlie, they could still find some semblance of victory.
And already the butcher is imagining that sunset hued corset against the pale skin of the Theocrat, and it leaves him unknowingly staring at him in adoration.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
