the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Humming a note of amusement, the butcher exhales. “It is partially my job to watch you, darling.” It’s a prideful boast, like he’s being the picture perfect guard dog for his Theocrat and his lover. “I would say I am succeeding.” It’s not spying if it’s half the reason he was hired as security in the first place. Keeping tabs and all that.
Either way, his dark hair nearly tickles his forehead as Danta brushes it out of the way and replaces that featherlight touch with the warm press of his soft lips. Never once had Astaroth thought he’d relish in such closeness, but he’d also never thought he would be wanted as more than just a statue of protection, left to his own devices when he’s not needed. Only as useful as his purpose allows.
“We shall work it out when we get there, hm?” He suggests, dark eyes warm like molten chocolate as he meets the Maverick’s own, as his hands are stopped in their attempts to be annoying in his poking and prodding, distracted by the dazzle of the blonde’s fanged grin. He’s pretty sure no one has ever told him he wasn’t a waste of time, certainly not with that much warmth, and it’s with a soft smile that breaks from too sharp, threatening teeth, that the butcher concedes to tangle his fingers into Danta’s rather than continue being pestering and annoying.
It surprises him when the first thought that comes to his mind slips past his lips, a low rumble of “you are too good to me.” He hums, surging forward with a hornless head, all of his Ancientness still buried away to steal a slower, much more sweet and serene kiss, full of warmth and love.
Either way, his dark hair nearly tickles his forehead as Danta brushes it out of the way and replaces that featherlight touch with the warm press of his soft lips. Never once had Astaroth thought he’d relish in such closeness, but he’d also never thought he would be wanted as more than just a statue of protection, left to his own devices when he’s not needed. Only as useful as his purpose allows.
“We shall work it out when we get there, hm?” He suggests, dark eyes warm like molten chocolate as he meets the Maverick’s own, as his hands are stopped in their attempts to be annoying in his poking and prodding, distracted by the dazzle of the blonde’s fanged grin. He’s pretty sure no one has ever told him he wasn’t a waste of time, certainly not with that much warmth, and it’s with a soft smile that breaks from too sharp, threatening teeth, that the butcher concedes to tangle his fingers into Danta’s rather than continue being pestering and annoying.
It surprises him when the first thought that comes to his mind slips past his lips, a low rumble of “you are too good to me.” He hums, surging forward with a hornless head, all of his Ancientness still buried away to steal a slower, much more sweet and serene kiss, full of warmth and love.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
