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?
Snorting at the idea, the sound is deep and amusing as the butcher tries to imagine a board with all of his crafty desires, little sketches drawn out from the parchment of his office down below, pinned to the board, to be viewed and enhanced upon. It isn’t a terrible idea, even if the butcher pretends like it’s a lot. Instead, he focuses on the chandelier while he starts to bully Danta back into the bed. “The tines glowing with wicks at the ends for added light, each one draped with bones by wires to move within the breeze..” Comes the quiet, nearly delirious musings.
Until he’s finally gotten where he wants to be — precisely where he drapes over Danta like a thin, bony and tall blanket. His eyes shut as he winds his arms around the blonde, nosing into his chest, relaxing to scent the sage amongst the faint citrus, the hint of rum and chocolate lingering as well. But his relaxation only truly occurs when Danta’s slipping his hands into the butcher’s long, soft hair. “Sure, darling.” Comes the muffled purr from where his face is pressed into the other man.
He doesn’t last long after that, his body slumping a bit more as sleep takes him away once again.
Until he’s finally gotten where he wants to be — precisely where he drapes over Danta like a thin, bony and tall blanket. His eyes shut as he winds his arms around the blonde, nosing into his chest, relaxing to scent the sage amongst the faint citrus, the hint of rum and chocolate lingering as well. But his relaxation only truly occurs when Danta’s slipping his hands into the butcher’s long, soft hair. “Sure, darling.” Comes the muffled purr from where his face is pressed into the other man.
He doesn’t last long after that, his body slumping a bit more as sleep takes him away once again.
Astaroth
come a little closer
