i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
The butcher also likes vanilla. A lot, as it turns out. But those thoughts vanish in place of his confusion, brows pinching together as he stares at the dart protruding out of the wall. It’s then that he realizes he’s probably shit at darts, if only because it wasn’t really a weapon he was proficient in. Knives? A different story. These tiny projectiles? Well…
Moving easily with a quiet and stubborn sigh, the butcher lets Danta readjust him, dark eyes scanning his face in the interim before he looks back to the dart board, confusion flaring further. The angle makes sense, he supposes, but it feels strange nevertheless. “Sure.” He hums, waiting until Danta has stepped back before he sends the next green dart out.
It lands on the outer ring — nowhere fancy, but at least he’d made it onto the board. His tail flicks contently with that, beneath the blanket, and he turns to flash his lover a small yet still sharp smile. “That is better.” He steps away to fuss over finishing their tea, before he collects his cup and sips from it, watching Danta take his turn.
Moving easily with a quiet and stubborn sigh, the butcher lets Danta readjust him, dark eyes scanning his face in the interim before he looks back to the dart board, confusion flaring further. The angle makes sense, he supposes, but it feels strange nevertheless. “Sure.” He hums, waiting until Danta has stepped back before he sends the next green dart out.
It lands on the outer ring — nowhere fancy, but at least he’d made it onto the board. His tail flicks contently with that, beneath the blanket, and he turns to flash his lover a small yet still sharp smile. “That is better.” He steps away to fuss over finishing their tea, before he collects his cup and sips from it, watching Danta take his turn.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
