// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Snorting, because he has a point, the butcher sighs a moment of concession while his head remains hung, feeling the hands pass over his scar tissue and relishing in it – the oils help it from hurting and snagging on the rough skin, while Danta’s gentle motions make it easier to not feel the immediate rush of pain, even as he leans into the deeper pressure.
His back does pop, in two places between his shoulders and he feels as if he can take a full breath. “Do those mental health days include being sequestered here in our den..s with you?” Comes the playful remark, before feeling the fire press in against his bones and a huff of content sound escapes him, tail still flicking idly – proving that even if he wasn’t speaking, it was a welcome and good feeling touch.
Even when Danta gets to the particularly difficult knot. He takes a deep breath when his lover withdraws slightly and the butcher begins to shift to lay down on his stomach, setting the wine glass aside after swallowing down another sip. “Glamour up yet or no?” Comes the question as he twists his horned head to peer over his shoulder toward the Maverick.
His back does pop, in two places between his shoulders and he feels as if he can take a full breath. “Do those mental health days include being sequestered here in our den..s with you?” Comes the playful remark, before feeling the fire press in against his bones and a huff of content sound escapes him, tail still flicking idly – proving that even if he wasn’t speaking, it was a welcome and good feeling touch.
Even when Danta gets to the particularly difficult knot. He takes a deep breath when his lover withdraws slightly and the butcher begins to shift to lay down on his stomach, setting the wine glass aside after swallowing down another sip. “Glamour up yet or no?” Comes the question as he twists his horned head to peer over his shoulder toward the Maverick.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
