future's so bright it's burning

// we haven't won, and if we win, //

It has been a busy start to LongNight. Even busier today, with the fact he’s been downstairs taking care of a few roughhousers that have decided today of all days they wanted to cause problems. However, settled quickly, the butcher’s pleased with the outcome but tired, especially with the amount he’s needed to utilize his still sore arm.

The Dusklight calms as the hours wane on, and the butcher finally has a chance to step away, slinking back toward the bedroom with the quiet murmur of if you need me, kindly don’t come and find me :). At least, not for a while that is.

So the butcher slips into the room, setting the threaded cane to the side and has already begun loosening the tie around his neck when he stills to see Danta emerge from their den, his dark gaze roving over him with appreciation and the twitch of a sharp grin. “I told them that they didn’t require my assistance for the rest of the evening.” Seeing the reflection of the multihued flames and the beautifully suffocating warmth, the butcher’s tie is still loose as he drifts in further to close the distance between him and Danta. “I am all yours, darling.” In more ways than one, if he thought about it longer than the superficial answer.

Astaroth

// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //