run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
Smoldering and smoking, as it turns out. Because the butcher has quite literally kept Danta’s space warm, sparks of fire through his hair that drip embers against the collar of his fine shirt, leaving a small dark plume of smoke that mixes into his long dark hair, rising slowly against the curves of his horns.
He’s also been kept quite a wide berth from the majority of the Dusklight and its patrons for the moment; drawn out of his gloom when he hears his lover’s voice return and the fire sparks out in whips of smoke. “How very dreadful.” He drawls the sarcasm as he glances past Danta’s shoulders, seeking out the scarred demigod that had vanished with him rather than realizing that his lover’s found a new pet name for him. Coming up empty on seeking out the demigod, Astaroth’s gaze flits to Danta’s face as the question begins.
He flashes him a too sharp smile, bordering on dangerous rather than inviting, as he takes a slow and calculating inhale. “I am listening.” And in spite of being even more wholly dramatic, the butcher tries to keep himself even keeled, even as his tail continues to thrash behind him.
He’s also been kept quite a wide berth from the majority of the Dusklight and its patrons for the moment; drawn out of his gloom when he hears his lover’s voice return and the fire sparks out in whips of smoke. “How very dreadful.” He drawls the sarcasm as he glances past Danta’s shoulders, seeking out the scarred demigod that had vanished with him rather than realizing that his lover’s found a new pet name for him. Coming up empty on seeking out the demigod, Astaroth’s gaze flits to Danta’s face as the question begins.
He flashes him a too sharp smile, bordering on dangerous rather than inviting, as he takes a slow and calculating inhale. “I am listening.” And in spite of being even more wholly dramatic, the butcher tries to keep himself even keeled, even as his tail continues to thrash behind him.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
