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?
His head tilts slightly into the touch that brushes against his bearded jaw, his arm growing tighter around him as they walk through the Glade in the darkness of the just fallen night. “I typically do not just… Do that.” He admits with a touch of confusion – perhaps it has been so long since he’d done it that he didn’t have a choice but to recover from the toll it had taken.
At any rate, they crack twigs as they step over them, the snap echoing amongst the woods and the noises from animals within them, though he pays it little mind as he watches the motes of flame dance ahead to illuminate their path. He nods, on board with everything thus far, until the mention of the Inn has more of the butcher’s dramatics arising to the surface. “Gods, that would be lovely.” The thought sparks all kinds of creativity in his mind despite the exhaustion – and maybe it’s because he’s just eaten and he’s still carrying the stag’s antlers, but he shoots Danta a crooked, sharp smile when he adds, “perhaps it could double as a hunting lodge?”
The walk continues, the butcher’s feet finding the worn tracks first before he realizes it, and while Danta’s so captivated by the stars above them, the butcher’s captivated by the blonde at his side – his dark gaze glancing over and staying as he notices the way it seems like it’s a first for him. The butcher’s hand starbursts at the Maverick’s side and it’s his turn to nose his way to leaving a soft kiss to his high cheekbone, trailing his nose and lips along his jaw. “It is stunning, isn’t it?”
At any rate, they crack twigs as they step over them, the snap echoing amongst the woods and the noises from animals within them, though he pays it little mind as he watches the motes of flame dance ahead to illuminate their path. He nods, on board with everything thus far, until the mention of the Inn has more of the butcher’s dramatics arising to the surface. “Gods, that would be lovely.” The thought sparks all kinds of creativity in his mind despite the exhaustion – and maybe it’s because he’s just eaten and he’s still carrying the stag’s antlers, but he shoots Danta a crooked, sharp smile when he adds, “perhaps it could double as a hunting lodge?”
The walk continues, the butcher’s feet finding the worn tracks first before he realizes it, and while Danta’s so captivated by the stars above them, the butcher’s captivated by the blonde at his side – his dark gaze glancing over and staying as he notices the way it seems like it’s a first for him. The butcher’s hand starbursts at the Maverick’s side and it’s his turn to nose his way to leaving a soft kiss to his high cheekbone, trailing his nose and lips along his jaw. “It is stunning, isn’t it?”
Astaroth
come a little closer
