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?
With the decision made for exactly how much they intend to remove from his mane, the butcher focuses instead on the memory of how weak he had been upon waking up. A more sorrowful part of him realizes that in comparison to Danta, the butcher could have (and did) barely put up a fight even if they did end up brawling. The realization comes alongside the anger and trauma that his face inspired for the Maverick once he’d come back to.
He pushes the thoughts aside and sips from his tea, relishing in the gentle squeeze of his bicep. “I will allow the throwing of one boulder.” He decides as he’s turning. Tradition and all that.
It makes the shark toothed grin on his face soften into a more thoughtful one before he takes his sip, to hear that he wouldn’t be abandoned on purpose this time. And he might have let the sweetness of that comment stay if it weren’t for the follow up that has a deep laugh chuckling from him, having. To silence himself with the sip of tea he takes. “You would not have dared.” He bounces his brows playfully before he twists fully to lean against the table he’d put together their tea at, his free hand inviting Danta into his warmth.
He pushes the thoughts aside and sips from his tea, relishing in the gentle squeeze of his bicep. “I will allow the throwing of one boulder.” He decides as he’s turning. Tradition and all that.
It makes the shark toothed grin on his face soften into a more thoughtful one before he takes his sip, to hear that he wouldn’t be abandoned on purpose this time. And he might have let the sweetness of that comment stay if it weren’t for the follow up that has a deep laugh chuckling from him, having. To silence himself with the sip of tea he takes. “You would not have dared.” He bounces his brows playfully before he twists fully to lean against the table he’d put together their tea at, his free hand inviting Danta into his warmth.
Astaroth
come a little closer
