the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“I think I may have seen you do that before, actually.” Astaroth hums as he filters his mind to the days Danta had woken before him and he had remained, curled up in the warm bed by himself half dozing half not as the Theocrat got ready for the day. At any rate, the does indulge in the glass of wine and the distraction it brings, the ego stroke that pours from Danta’s lips after.
It’s just another tidbit of gratitude that’s pressed into the kiss after he poses his question, utilizing it to set his own glass down before his arms wind around the blonde in his lap, content to let the kiss end if only to feel the hot breath of the other Ancient against the shell of his ear. His head dips a touch to trail those kisses along Danta’s pulse, before he withdraws with a soft and slow blink, an easy smile tugging on his lips.
“I would, yes. Thank you, love.” The butcher absolutely was not intending on sleeping with them in, the last thing he’d need was to have more reasons to stab himself or anyone else. But, in an effort to make it easier, he begins to lower his head toward the Maverick, pronged horns beginning to vanish before they have a chance to knock into Danta’s head as he pops up his glamour. “To make it easier, darling.” He explains as the braid slides from the lack of horns into his face, distracting himself to starburst his warm hands along the other Ancient’s back.
It’s just another tidbit of gratitude that’s pressed into the kiss after he poses his question, utilizing it to set his own glass down before his arms wind around the blonde in his lap, content to let the kiss end if only to feel the hot breath of the other Ancient against the shell of his ear. His head dips a touch to trail those kisses along Danta’s pulse, before he withdraws with a soft and slow blink, an easy smile tugging on his lips.
“I would, yes. Thank you, love.” The butcher absolutely was not intending on sleeping with them in, the last thing he’d need was to have more reasons to stab himself or anyone else. But, in an effort to make it easier, he begins to lower his head toward the Maverick, pronged horns beginning to vanish before they have a chance to knock into Danta’s head as he pops up his glamour. “To make it easier, darling.” He explains as the braid slides from the lack of horns into his face, distracting himself to starburst his warm hands along the other Ancient’s back.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
