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?
Toasting in turn with the Maverick (consider it cemented ;) ), the butcher takes another sweet sip of the tea, warming himself further from the inside out, relishing in the way those beautiful blues brighten up. It’s in a similar vein of how the butcher’s own darken with a playful shadow of his own aloof mischief, an almost snobby tilt of his head as he lets the low laugh tumble from his lips. “You could not have gotten rid of me if you tried. You needed the distraction of the large crowds, did you not?” Because he is attentive. When he tries to be, at least.
At any rate, tucking the Maverick in against his chest, the butcher sparks his glamour right in time to let his horns vanish, his hair falling forward somewhat as he tucks his head in against Danta’s shoulder in a reversal of earlier. “Is it everything you wished it to be?” He asks, surprisingly considerate, surprisingly and suddenly willing to change whatever if it meant that his lover had the perfect day.
At any rate, tucking the Maverick in against his chest, the butcher sparks his glamour right in time to let his horns vanish, his hair falling forward somewhat as he tucks his head in against Danta’s shoulder in a reversal of earlier. “Is it everything you wished it to be?” He asks, surprisingly considerate, surprisingly and suddenly willing to change whatever if it meant that his lover had the perfect day.
Astaroth
come a little closer
