// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Snorting, because he knows it’s true, he lets that thought lie for the follow up — the affront after the complaint, and he certainly does feel the smile in the blonde’s kiss as it presses against his skin, the butchers horned head tilting this way and that to offer plenty of room for him to choose from. “Oh, so I must ask nicely? I thought you preferred it when I was stubbornly demanding?” He teases, setting his glass down.
It’s just in time for his hand to be collected by the ringed ones of the blonde, focusing down on the way Danta inspects his hand. Scarred knuckles against Danta’s own, any scarring that resides on the blonde’s own knuckles, hidden by the jewelry that sits there, opposite of the butcher’s own unadorned fingers. “Mm, black could work.” He seems to contemplate even as his fingers extend in an affectionate touch against the Maverick’s cheek when his knuckles are kissed. “Ack, what did I do to deserve hearing my full name, Danta, darling?” His head sags back against the headboard, knocking his antlered horns against the wood with a fully dramatic sigh.
It’s just in time for his hand to be collected by the ringed ones of the blonde, focusing down on the way Danta inspects his hand. Scarred knuckles against Danta’s own, any scarring that resides on the blonde’s own knuckles, hidden by the jewelry that sits there, opposite of the butcher’s own unadorned fingers. “Mm, black could work.” He seems to contemplate even as his fingers extend in an affectionate touch against the Maverick’s cheek when his knuckles are kissed. “Ack, what did I do to deserve hearing my full name, Danta, darling?” His head sags back against the headboard, knocking his antlered horns against the wood with a fully dramatic sigh.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
