// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
The relief of Danta’s reaction to seeing him only bolsters the butcher more, twisting toward him as he guides the flame to dry his lover’s hair. His hip rests against the desk and he glances at the sodden paper briefly to read the haiku before he focuses back on Danta when the answer comes, nodding understandably. “It has a tendency to weigh one down.” He murmurs softly, letting the small smile tug on the corners of his lips.
“They have been quiet. It is still muted since LongNight.” He explains of the Dusklight herself before he shifts toward himself still being awake. “Mm, well, I rarely can sleep without you and I selfishly wanted to ensure you were safe upon your return.” He leans in now, tugging at his sodden shirt. “Were you writing a poem for the worst of Caido’s inhabitants?” He asks, twisting his head toward the wet paper on the desk.
“They have been quiet. It is still muted since LongNight.” He explains of the Dusklight herself before he shifts toward himself still being awake. “Mm, well, I rarely can sleep without you and I selfishly wanted to ensure you were safe upon your return.” He leans in now, tugging at his sodden shirt. “Were you writing a poem for the worst of Caido’s inhabitants?” He asks, twisting his head toward the wet paper on the desk.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
