the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Forgiveness comes easily from Danta’s lips, and while he would otherwise take them wholly to heart, there is the very distinct thought that the Maverick is simply lightheaded and still lingering in that bliss that’s already dissipating from the butcher in waves of cold as he forces himself to focus. “I think you may have started it, if memory serves. However, I am glad you found it as attractive as I did.” He hums, horned head tilting as he lets the apology melt into a soft smile of amusement.
After all, Danta had snagged him by his hair and pressed him into his neck. So really, is the butcher entirely to blame?
(He’ll blame himself regardless of how intense it had gotten, shh.)
With the bandages in place, he can focus on cleaning up the rest of him, dragging the hot wet cloth along Danta’s chest to clean the drops of blood, focusing wholly on his lover before even considering himself. “I can make you some tea to take it with, lest you would prefer the wine?” He suggests, letting a lick of fire escape his fingers to caress the Maverick’s jaw before he withdraws to grab a new rag to clean his own face and neck.
After all, Danta had snagged him by his hair and pressed him into his neck. So really, is the butcher entirely to blame?
(He’ll blame himself regardless of how intense it had gotten, shh.)
With the bandages in place, he can focus on cleaning up the rest of him, dragging the hot wet cloth along Danta’s chest to clean the drops of blood, focusing wholly on his lover before even considering himself. “I can make you some tea to take it with, lest you would prefer the wine?” He suggests, letting a lick of fire escape his fingers to caress the Maverick’s jaw before he withdraws to grab a new rag to clean his own face and neck.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
