Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“Natural causes, mhmm.” The butcher confirms, entirely content with the Maverick tucking himself in. Smirking lightly as he gives him all of the attention, he answers easily with a low drawl of confirmation. “It’s quite rare for us cannibals, in all fairness. Typically we would freeze to death or be devoured, so.” He hums as he feels the blonde’s arm tighten around his neck.
Silenced from any retort when Danta mentions he has no other questions, he presses back into the kiss just as happily — until they reluctantly part from one another. And while there is reluctance, the butcher would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to the back rub.
As such, he’s maneuvered quite easily — unwinding himself from the Theocrat to be pushed around however wanted, arms twist to rest under his head as Danta settles atop him. Immediately the words that drip from the blonde’s lips have a bark of a laugh escaping him, tilting his face to the side to glance sidelong. “Who, me?” The sharp grin stretches enough to be visible. “I believe we both know that I am anything but.” He taunts his bratty response.
Silenced from any retort when Danta mentions he has no other questions, he presses back into the kiss just as happily — until they reluctantly part from one another. And while there is reluctance, the butcher would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to the back rub.
As such, he’s maneuvered quite easily — unwinding himself from the Theocrat to be pushed around however wanted, arms twist to rest under his head as Danta settles atop him. Immediately the words that drip from the blonde’s lips have a bark of a laugh escaping him, tilting his face to the side to glance sidelong. “Who, me?” The sharp grin stretches enough to be visible. “I believe we both know that I am anything but.” He taunts his bratty response.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
