Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
His grin widens, twisting into a smirk at the mention that he wouldn’t be missing it regardless of whether or not Danta found any culprits where the butcher wasn’t. It’s a nice thought, though, like a gift waiting to be opened and witnessed, full of all the dark beautiful things he loved the most.
His fingertips trail down Danta’s spine, over raised scars and smooth skin, content to answer any questions sent his way. “Died of natural causes, believe it or not.” A soft chuckle passes his lips as he remains perfectly still for the Maverick to approach, feeling the gentle whisper of words as they brush against his lips.
His fingertips spiderweb out in warm fireworks along the blonde’s lower back, agreeing in the form of a soft and gentle kiss to his lips. “Some things can be inherited, I suppose.” He drawls, brushing his nose by Danta’s before he sinks back into the bed and his hand becomes a bit more possessive. “Do you have any other questions?” He’d be happy to answer them, if so, but if not he’d gladly still take the back rub.
His fingertips trail down Danta’s spine, over raised scars and smooth skin, content to answer any questions sent his way. “Died of natural causes, believe it or not.” A soft chuckle passes his lips as he remains perfectly still for the Maverick to approach, feeling the gentle whisper of words as they brush against his lips.
His fingertips spiderweb out in warm fireworks along the blonde’s lower back, agreeing in the form of a soft and gentle kiss to his lips. “Some things can be inherited, I suppose.” He drawls, brushing his nose by Danta’s before he sinks back into the bed and his hand becomes a bit more possessive. “Do you have any other questions?” He’d be happy to answer them, if so, but if not he’d gladly still take the back rub.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
