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?
A dramatic gasp leaves him in response to Danta’s statement, as if it’s wholly and completely unbelievable. “It most certainly does not.” He feigns all sorts of tired, loopy dramatics, even as he keeps his hand at Danta’s lower back. At the offer, though, perfectly sated as he is, his teeth are nowhere near when he laps up any lingering taste of chocolate and rum.
Then, straightening as he collects his cup to take a heavy sip as Danta drifts to lock the door, the butcher flashes him a bright smile as he returns and takes a sip. Once the cup is down, the butcher finally finds it in him to help — warmed externally by the flames and internally by the rum, he helps to peel Danta’s clothes off. Once he’s successful, he collects his mug and drifts toward their den, his hand reaching out to drag along the bones that hang around the outside under the mezzanine. “I do, don’t I?” It’s a belated purr of ego, the butcher twisting to set his cup on his side so that he can slip out of the rest of his clothes.
Then, straightening as he collects his cup to take a heavy sip as Danta drifts to lock the door, the butcher flashes him a bright smile as he returns and takes a sip. Once the cup is down, the butcher finally finds it in him to help — warmed externally by the flames and internally by the rum, he helps to peel Danta’s clothes off. Once he’s successful, he collects his mug and drifts toward their den, his hand reaching out to drag along the bones that hang around the outside under the mezzanine. “I do, don’t I?” It’s a belated purr of ego, the butcher twisting to set his cup on his side so that he can slip out of the rest of his clothes.
Astaroth
come a little closer
