// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
Nodding, he keeps his warm hands against his lover’s sodden shirt as if he had the ability to remove it from his clothes. He doesn’t, though, so his hands can only offer their warmth and the occasional brush of flame to try and warm him completely.
It won’t work until he can get him out of the clothes, though. “It would seem we are being targeted, then.” He murmurs softly, his annoyance expertly hidden but Danta would be able to see the cracks. At least the warmth is something to look forward to, something the butcher gladly focuses on as he takes his hand and guides him out of his office, pausing momentarily to drag the fire out of existence from his office, before he guides them up toward their room.
“It’s likely.. the rain has been miserable. Perhaps the sooner it blows over, the better?” He hums, glancing out a window as they pass by. “You will be lucky to not have caught a cold.” He drawls, flashing a playful smile over toward Danta while they take the stairs, and he pauses as he opens the door to let Danta in first.
He’s quick to close and lock the door, drawing the flame in their room to a sweltering heat and light that blots out any flashes of lightning, already reaching for Danta’s shirt hem to hoist over his head.
It won’t work until he can get him out of the clothes, though. “It would seem we are being targeted, then.” He murmurs softly, his annoyance expertly hidden but Danta would be able to see the cracks. At least the warmth is something to look forward to, something the butcher gladly focuses on as he takes his hand and guides him out of his office, pausing momentarily to drag the fire out of existence from his office, before he guides them up toward their room.
“It’s likely.. the rain has been miserable. Perhaps the sooner it blows over, the better?” He hums, glancing out a window as they pass by. “You will be lucky to not have caught a cold.” He drawls, flashing a playful smile over toward Danta while they take the stairs, and he pauses as he opens the door to let Danta in first.
He’s quick to close and lock the door, drawing the flame in their room to a sweltering heat and light that blots out any flashes of lightning, already reaching for Danta’s shirt hem to hoist over his head.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
