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?
“Good.” Comes the quick response, even if his tone is still tired and exhausted. It’s a weary, bone deep, fatigue that remains embedded amongst his accent and in the weight of his shoulders, seemingly melting beneath the gentle press of Danta’s lips to his skin. “Perhaps we should make time for that in the next year?” He asks as he withdraws just enough to peer back at Danta, letting his dark gaze scan his face.
Warmth spreads against his spine, little swipes of flame that continue to keep him warm despite the chill in the air of Leafchange. At the coy look and smile, the butcher snorts softly before he nods, slipping a hand up between them to gently cup the side of his face. “I see someone I like.” He corrects with a shark toothed grin, only pausing to hear the way Danta wishes to ferry him off toward the flame. “Fine, fine.” He hums with that bone deep dramatic rumble of his voice, withdrawing from the blonde enough that he slips away to snag his hand, letting his tail brush against Danta’s leg, all while letting the ribbons of fire filter through his long, dark hair and around his neck like a little collar. “I do not imagine it’ll take too long.” To dry his clothes, at least.
Warmth spreads against his spine, little swipes of flame that continue to keep him warm despite the chill in the air of Leafchange. At the coy look and smile, the butcher snorts softly before he nods, slipping a hand up between them to gently cup the side of his face. “I see someone I like.” He corrects with a shark toothed grin, only pausing to hear the way Danta wishes to ferry him off toward the flame. “Fine, fine.” He hums with that bone deep dramatic rumble of his voice, withdrawing from the blonde enough that he slips away to snag his hand, letting his tail brush against Danta’s leg, all while letting the ribbons of fire filter through his long, dark hair and around his neck like a little collar. “I do not imagine it’ll take too long.” To dry his clothes, at least.
Astaroth
come a little closer
