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 a ritual, a moment of reverence that the butcher focuses on; blood pouring into his hands over each bladed piece, until his hands are full enough that he can sit back on his heels in the pool of scarlet, looking up to his lover. The question leaves his lips after he’s swallowed down on his sudden surge of feelings. The mischievous and fanged grin is reflected on the butcher’s face, stained red.
A soft snort leaves him as he starts to slip the blades pieces back into the satchel, still coated in blood to be dealt with later. For now, hands still flecked red, stained so darkly in the shadows of the trees that cover them, reaches back over the deer to tear the best portions out with a certain, well practiced precision. Collecting a fair amount of them, the butcher stands and shifts over toward where Danta sits, settling away enough to not get the Maverick dirty, while completely uncaring that he does kneel again in a streak of blood. “It would be my pleasure.” He drawls, lips quirking into a smirk as he mirrors the other Ancient, carefully lifting a piece up so it doesn’t drip as he feeds it to the blonde.
A soft snort leaves him as he starts to slip the blades pieces back into the satchel, still coated in blood to be dealt with later. For now, hands still flecked red, stained so darkly in the shadows of the trees that cover them, reaches back over the deer to tear the best portions out with a certain, well practiced precision. Collecting a fair amount of them, the butcher stands and shifts over toward where Danta sits, settling away enough to not get the Maverick dirty, while completely uncaring that he does kneel again in a streak of blood. “It would be my pleasure.” He drawls, lips quirking into a smirk as he mirrors the other Ancient, carefully lifting a piece up so it doesn’t drip as he feeds it to the blonde.
Astaroth
come a little closer
