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?
Humming a note that agrees they’ll see each other soon, the butcher watches his lover depart before he finishes his preparations. Mostly, snagging a sweater that may or may not be Danta’s and too small length wise and a pair of pajama pants that are slipped on, the butcher’s outside of the den with a little bag in hand as he hears their return.
While Danta does try to hide the companion as much as he can, Asta can see the puff of feathers, the tail that extends past where his lovers hand can blot out, and he finds himself surprisingly okay. Or maybe, not so surprising, because for all he knows she could practically be a statue right now with the way she hasn’t croaked or moved or flown.
All good things in his book. “Yes.” He announces, softly. “Do you think… hm, she would not be opposed to snacks, would she?” He suggests, stepping a bit closer because the door is right there and you bet the butcher intends on settling down on the floor right beside it. He snags a blanket as he approaches, but keeps a wide berth between his lover and his companion and himself, eyes never leaving the corvid while he tries to control his heart from thundering and the panic from gripping his heart.
While Danta does try to hide the companion as much as he can, Asta can see the puff of feathers, the tail that extends past where his lovers hand can blot out, and he finds himself surprisingly okay. Or maybe, not so surprising, because for all he knows she could practically be a statue right now with the way she hasn’t croaked or moved or flown.
All good things in his book. “Yes.” He announces, softly. “Do you think… hm, she would not be opposed to snacks, would she?” He suggests, stepping a bit closer because the door is right there and you bet the butcher intends on settling down on the floor right beside it. He snags a blanket as he approaches, but keeps a wide berth between his lover and his companion and himself, eyes never leaving the corvid while he tries to control his heart from thundering and the panic from gripping his heart.
Astaroth
come a little closer
