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?
“I know you would.” Comes the sleepy hum, his dark gaze taking note of the smile that blooms across Danta’s handsome face when the butcher clasps their hands together. The squeeze is welcome, and it bursts a bit more flame to circle their fingers and hands, heat pouring from them where they connect and walk through the descending frosty fog.
He’s content to let Danta lead the way, instead taking a moment to peer around him to the closed shops. There are items still in their windows, made more malevolent looking for the lack of light aside from the candles that flicker comfortably among their sills.
His attention only flits back to the Maverick, studying the profile of his face and the smooth curves of his face, seeing how the fire between them sparks the light to dance on the edges of Danta’s sharp cheekbone. “Did we perhaps fall into a stony slumber once again?” He jests, his grin turning sharp and playful despite the tired creases of his gaze. “Whom do you think runs the Dusklight now?” He leans a little closer to his lover with a mischievous, gossipy tone to his accented voice.
He’s content to let Danta lead the way, instead taking a moment to peer around him to the closed shops. There are items still in their windows, made more malevolent looking for the lack of light aside from the candles that flicker comfortably among their sills.
His attention only flits back to the Maverick, studying the profile of his face and the smooth curves of his face, seeing how the fire between them sparks the light to dance on the edges of Danta’s sharp cheekbone. “Did we perhaps fall into a stony slumber once again?” He jests, his grin turning sharp and playful despite the tired creases of his gaze. “Whom do you think runs the Dusklight now?” He leans a little closer to his lover with a mischievous, gossipy tone to his accented voice.
Astaroth
come a little closer
