i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
“Perhaps.” The butcher hums with a smirk, one that ends in a deep but soft laugh and a roll of his eyes. “I do not think I would particularly enjoy causing you pain, darling.” Easier and easier the coat of Astaroth comes on, leaving Ferrox and his nightmares behind. “Not like that, at least.” Though, he isn’t sure. Maybe he does and he just doesn’t know yet. Maybe Danta’s into that.
Who knows?
What he does know is his dart goes wide after he’d just been snarky, and his nose wrinkles as he steps back and folds his arms across his chest, refraining from giving into childish, petulant antics such as sticking his tongue out at his lover for the back talk. He watches as the dart goes essentially right next to Danta’s last throw and honestly? He’s impressed. At least the Maverick is consistent. Something that the butcher tries to replicate when he steps up and throws his dart.
He watches it plink into the board right where Danta’s dart sits, knocking it loose to fall to the floor. Still just a hair away from the bullseye. “Mm, tough luck, darling.” He whines dramatically but the grin on his face is too bright and pleased to really show any kind of sorrow.
Who knows?
What he does know is his dart goes wide after he’d just been snarky, and his nose wrinkles as he steps back and folds his arms across his chest, refraining from giving into childish, petulant antics such as sticking his tongue out at his lover for the back talk. He watches as the dart goes essentially right next to Danta’s last throw and honestly? He’s impressed. At least the Maverick is consistent. Something that the butcher tries to replicate when he steps up and throws his dart.
He watches it plink into the board right where Danta’s dart sits, knocking it loose to fall to the floor. Still just a hair away from the bullseye. “Mm, tough luck, darling.” He whines dramatically but the grin on his face is too bright and pleased to really show any kind of sorrow.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
