// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Speaking of bloodshed, the butcher realizes swiftly that it has been a little while since sating his bloodlust. So as his lips press against the hollow of Danta’s throat, he hums a little “it is surprising, I know.” He agrees softly, relishing in the kiss to his hair, kept close to breath the Maverick’s scent in deeply so that when they part it douses the rest of his senses — love drunk as he’s fussed over and pampered. “Yes we do, love.” He agrees in a warm breath and another kiss to his neck again.
Pulling back when Danta does, his hands feel mostly dry, and so he wiggles his fingers before inspecting them — finding that at the very least it would hide the bits of blood that seemed to stain his fingernails regardless of how much he washed up. “I am under no assumption of such a thing.” He hums, warm mahogany lighting up as he stills, malleable to the other Ancient’s touch to angle his head this way and that.
Humming a note to say that he will stay still, the butcher’s hands return to resting gently against Danta’s thighs, stroking idle patterns with the pads of his fingertips as the Maverick works his magic.
Pulling back when Danta does, his hands feel mostly dry, and so he wiggles his fingers before inspecting them — finding that at the very least it would hide the bits of blood that seemed to stain his fingernails regardless of how much he washed up. “I am under no assumption of such a thing.” He hums, warm mahogany lighting up as he stills, malleable to the other Ancient’s touch to angle his head this way and that.
Humming a note to say that he will stay still, the butcher’s hands return to resting gently against Danta’s thighs, stroking idle patterns with the pads of his fingertips as the Maverick works his magic.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
