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?
Content to let the conversation die and Danta to have the last word, it’s only due to his exhaustion that he doesn’t try to continue it as he embraces the comfort of warmth that spreads from the Maverick. His eyes shut, lips brushing against the side of his neck as the butcher considers what he intends to make with the antlers in question. “I am not sure, yet.” He hums, before the Maverick’s musing has him perking up despite the kiss to his temple.
“Ooh,” he purrs, tail curling around Danta wherever it can, the flat spaded portion flattening against his skin. “Perhaps we should try to take an entire skull and craft it into a finger bone chandelier.” Comes his tired and crafty musings, pausing only as he considers it a little bit longer before he’s twisting and pressing another kiss to the Maverick’s neck, invading his space to push him back so that he might fight with the blankets to get the two Ancients underneath them.
“Ooh,” he purrs, tail curling around Danta wherever it can, the flat spaded portion flattening against his skin. “Perhaps we should try to take an entire skull and craft it into a finger bone chandelier.” Comes his tired and crafty musings, pausing only as he considers it a little bit longer before he’s twisting and pressing another kiss to the Maverick’s neck, invading his space to push him back so that he might fight with the blankets to get the two Ancients underneath them.
Astaroth
come a little closer
