am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
It’s the calm after the storm, the tension fleeing from his shoulders in droves even as he seems so still. Dark eyes track Danta as he approaches, avoiding the majority of the blood that’s strewn everywhere. It’s an odd combination, for Danta to be the one that’s impeccably clean and the butcher to be the one, sunk down onto his knees in pools of blood, scarlet rivers running down his arms.
Taking the satchel carefully so as to not get Danta’s hands dirty, the butcher unties the satchel and pulls the bladed edges out of it, taking care not to slice his fingers. He cradles them in his hands, the satchel discarded on the side of the stag, leaning forward almost like he’s in prayer to fill his hands with blood, soaking the multicolored pieces in the warmth that continues to stream. “Much better.” The butcher hums hoarsely, focusing on his task. “Thank you for indulging me.” Here his gaze lifts to look across at the Maverick, taking in the blonde’s calm demeanor, finding a burst of love that sparkles within his chest he swallows down. “Are you hungry?”
Taking the satchel carefully so as to not get Danta’s hands dirty, the butcher unties the satchel and pulls the bladed edges out of it, taking care not to slice his fingers. He cradles them in his hands, the satchel discarded on the side of the stag, leaning forward almost like he’s in prayer to fill his hands with blood, soaking the multicolored pieces in the warmth that continues to stream. “Much better.” The butcher hums hoarsely, focusing on his task. “Thank you for indulging me.” Here his gaze lifts to look across at the Maverick, taking in the blonde’s calm demeanor, finding a burst of love that sparkles within his chest he swallows down. “Are you hungry?”
Astaroth
come a little closer
