// we haven't won, and if we win, //
A low hum leaves him as Danta’s warm hands begin to unravel the knot of his tie and the buttons of his waistcoat and the shirt beneath. He settles, hands falling limply to his sides while his tail flicks idly in a mixture of being tired but also quite content to be right here. “It is only the average rambunctiousness that occurs when too many feel as though they’re cooped together.” Hot heads and rivaling ideas, yet all with the same base sense to be somewhere warm and inviting.
So, long story short, nothing horrible or offending, just something that required a strong hand. “They will calm down.” He murmurs, leaning into the touch before he catches the nod toward the mezzanine and the butcher’s horned head angles toward it curiously, spotting the flares of multicolored fires reflecting from above. “Oh? How generous of you.” Comes the playful tease before he’s reaching up to tug Danta against him in a quick hug and a chaste kiss, unable to part from him so quickly.
When he does, he shrugs out of the waistcoat and untucks the shirt to slip it off his shoulders before he climbs up the ladder of the mezzanine, scouting immediately for the present with bated breath.
So, long story short, nothing horrible or offending, just something that required a strong hand. “They will calm down.” He murmurs, leaning into the touch before he catches the nod toward the mezzanine and the butcher’s horned head angles toward it curiously, spotting the flares of multicolored fires reflecting from above. “Oh? How generous of you.” Comes the playful tease before he’s reaching up to tug Danta against him in a quick hug and a chaste kiss, unable to part from him so quickly.
When he does, he shrugs out of the waistcoat and untucks the shirt to slip it off his shoulders before he climbs up the ladder of the mezzanine, scouting immediately for the present with bated breath.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
