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?
Humming a note that seems to suggest the butcher had forgotten that particular part of the Grounds history, his lips quirk into a smirk of amusement. “It could very well be.” He agrees, taking a moment to think about how last Deepfrost they had been assaulted in a snowball fight by the youth of the Grounds. How the butcher had remembered enough about the story to threaten he would become one of those monsters in the night.
Ahem, anyway.
The flames start to lower from his scarred chest, his skin dry to the touch and warm like a heat rock, drawn closer with the way Danta tugs him in. His arms slip up and around the Maverick’s shoulders, sharing some of the heat. “I do.” He murmurs softly, leaning in to press his forehead to the blonde’s. “If nothing else I am sure I can remain warm with your help until we are ready to leave.” He says a touch sleepily, before withdrawing enough to let his dark gaze take in Danta’s soft face.
Ahem, anyway.
The flames start to lower from his scarred chest, his skin dry to the touch and warm like a heat rock, drawn closer with the way Danta tugs him in. His arms slip up and around the Maverick’s shoulders, sharing some of the heat. “I do.” He murmurs softly, leaning in to press his forehead to the blonde’s. “If nothing else I am sure I can remain warm with your help until we are ready to leave.” He says a touch sleepily, before withdrawing enough to let his dark gaze take in Danta’s soft face.
Astaroth
come a little closer
