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?
Moira was ignored now, for the most part, because so long as she isn’t flying the butcher can glance to her occasionally and ensure the differences between her form and a true gore crow. For now, there’s no longer any gore crows in the room as Danta shifts back into himself, feathers still stuck in golden hair, not that the butcher finds he minds. He’s still clutching one of Danta’s feathers like a lifeline – still like a statue. “Thank you.” He only begins to relax when he’s embraced, when he can unfold his arms from his chest to wind them around Danta in turn, pressing his bearded cheek against the fair hair with diamond horns and ink black feathers.
His hand star bursts out warmth along the middle of his lover’s back, head tilting to receive the kisses pressed to his cheek, before he nods. “It is… More difficult with you, but, I think I will be okay with her.” He nods his head toward Moira, withdrawing enough to capture the beautiful blues of Danta’s eyes to offer a small, still somewhat stressed smile. “May I keep a feather or two?” He asks softly, reaching up to pluck one of the feathers in question from his lover’s golden crown of hair.
His hand star bursts out warmth along the middle of his lover’s back, head tilting to receive the kisses pressed to his cheek, before he nods. “It is… More difficult with you, but, I think I will be okay with her.” He nods his head toward Moira, withdrawing enough to capture the beautiful blues of Danta’s eyes to offer a small, still somewhat stressed smile. “May I keep a feather or two?” He asks softly, reaching up to pluck one of the feathers in question from his lover’s golden crown of hair.
Astaroth
come a little closer
