the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“Mm, I took the liberty in adjusting my job title the second you told me you were threatened at the Midwinter Ball.” It’s a surprisingly easy admission, one that falls from lips far too smoothly to be anything but the truth — even if at that time the butcher hadn’t fully realized what feelings he had beyond being overly protective.
But Danta had felt the same, when that ice mage had nearly frozen him back into stone.
All the silver adornments are pulled from his dark hair and the braid loosened back into the easy black waves left behind from it, the only new additions left to his appearance that remain are the kohl eyeliner surrounding his warm gaze and the pink light swelling to his ears from the ruby stud and the silver hoop. But they’re hidden for the moment as he claims the Maverick’s lips in a kiss, accepting the affection and warmth offered by the hands that smooth against his back and down his spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
It’s only like this that Danta could ever make him do something so willingly, and a subconscious part of him hopes the Maverick knows that as he lays back amongst the furs and pillows, hornless and tailless. He doesn’t expect the words to hit him as much as they do, but the smile is still as soft, as tender, as if the dark black void of his heart has begun to melt into the color of diamond hued fractals of the other Ancient’s horns. “I do.” Comes the soft admission, hands lifting to take his black painted nails through the loose blonde, pulling it from the other Ancient’s handsome face. “I do not believe I have ever trusted anyone as much as I trust you.”
If anyone should have his leash, he thinks Danta’s the best choice.
But Danta had felt the same, when that ice mage had nearly frozen him back into stone.
All the silver adornments are pulled from his dark hair and the braid loosened back into the easy black waves left behind from it, the only new additions left to his appearance that remain are the kohl eyeliner surrounding his warm gaze and the pink light swelling to his ears from the ruby stud and the silver hoop. But they’re hidden for the moment as he claims the Maverick’s lips in a kiss, accepting the affection and warmth offered by the hands that smooth against his back and down his spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
It’s only like this that Danta could ever make him do something so willingly, and a subconscious part of him hopes the Maverick knows that as he lays back amongst the furs and pillows, hornless and tailless. He doesn’t expect the words to hit him as much as they do, but the smile is still as soft, as tender, as if the dark black void of his heart has begun to melt into the color of diamond hued fractals of the other Ancient’s horns. “I do.” Comes the soft admission, hands lifting to take his black painted nails through the loose blonde, pulling it from the other Ancient’s handsome face. “I do not believe I have ever trusted anyone as much as I trust you.”
If anyone should have his leash, he thinks Danta’s the best choice.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
