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?
Yes Danta, your quick thinking for ensuring his clothes are dry and keeping him warm until they found a wagon. Obviously.
For the first time ever, the butcher had not locked the door. And it’s kudos to the bartender for not simply assuming it was locked so he could bring it in, because he certainly doesn’t want to part too long from the warm circle of an embrace the Maverick has given him as he presses into the warm kiss when their cocoa is dropped off.
And when Danta’s rumble of a voice greets him, there’s mischief that glimmers in the depths of honey dark eyes. “I am glad you noticed.” His sneakiness, he supposes. He’s not entirely sure. What he does know is he’s tired to the point where he feels almost loopy.
But he shrugs out of the shirt with ease as it’s pushed down from his shoulders, and he trails after the Maverick to rest a warm hand at the small of his back, while his other hand plucks the bottle to dump a generous amount into his cup. “I am certainly spiking mine, however if you’d rather only sip from the bottle, I will keep my judgement to myself.” He sets the bottle down and sticks a finger into the cup to stir it together, withdrawing it shortly after to stick the digit into his mouth.
For the first time ever, the butcher had not locked the door. And it’s kudos to the bartender for not simply assuming it was locked so he could bring it in, because he certainly doesn’t want to part too long from the warm circle of an embrace the Maverick has given him as he presses into the warm kiss when their cocoa is dropped off.
And when Danta’s rumble of a voice greets him, there’s mischief that glimmers in the depths of honey dark eyes. “I am glad you noticed.” His sneakiness, he supposes. He’s not entirely sure. What he does know is he’s tired to the point where he feels almost loopy.
But he shrugs out of the shirt with ease as it’s pushed down from his shoulders, and he trails after the Maverick to rest a warm hand at the small of his back, while his other hand plucks the bottle to dump a generous amount into his cup. “I am certainly spiking mine, however if you’d rather only sip from the bottle, I will keep my judgement to myself.” He sets the bottle down and sticks a finger into the cup to stir it together, withdrawing it shortly after to stick the digit into his mouth.
Astaroth
come a little closer
