// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
Snorting as he hoists the towel over his shoulder, he focuses on trying to dry Danta’s hair and massage his scalp with warm fingers as the soft accented sigh flutters from his lips. “I never said I would not help you.” He clarifies, his tone taking on a musically playful sound. “I simply stated you do not get to complain. I will always take care of you.” Each and every time.
Now that the wet clothes are peeled off of Danta’s skin, he draws him close as the Maverick steps closer, the sticky cold and wet portions of his back and shoulders become the butcher’s next focus, hands warm and still fiery as they dry the dampness clinging to him. His tail winds a little tighter, his forehead pressing against Danta’s briefly before he withdraws again to hold him even closer, tucking his head into his neck where the scent of blood and liquor and small traces of smoke cling. “I am glad to be your beacon.” He trills proudly, sure Danta can feel the cocky smirk on his lips.
Now that the wet clothes are peeled off of Danta’s skin, he draws him close as the Maverick steps closer, the sticky cold and wet portions of his back and shoulders become the butcher’s next focus, hands warm and still fiery as they dry the dampness clinging to him. His tail winds a little tighter, his forehead pressing against Danta’s briefly before he withdraws again to hold him even closer, tucking his head into his neck where the scent of blood and liquor and small traces of smoke cling. “I am glad to be your beacon.” He trills proudly, sure Danta can feel the cocky smirk on his lips.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
