Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“You had better.” Comes the empty threat – because they both know just how much the butcher cherishes his appearance. For him to trust Danta enough that he might not get up to his usual shenanigans is saying something. For now, though, he’s content to let that thought lie because he isn’t planning on getting up anytime soon with how sore his back still is and how tangled up they are in the warmth and dark din of their den.
At least, until Danta’s warm breath is felt against his skin and the comment has him immediately groaning and shaking his head before his bearded cheek presses against the golden crown of the Maverick’s in defeat. “You are a menace, you know.” He groans in lieu of shut upppp Danta. “I suppose I could always purchase dye if it came to it.” He drawls, his tone exhausted as if it was just another necessity to keep up appearances.
At least, until Danta’s warm breath is felt against his skin and the comment has him immediately groaning and shaking his head before his bearded cheek presses against the golden crown of the Maverick’s in defeat. “You are a menace, you know.” He groans in lieu of shut upppp Danta. “I suppose I could always purchase dye if it came to it.” He drawls, his tone exhausted as if it was just another necessity to keep up appearances.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
