// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
The second that Danta settles into his lap, the butcher’s arms wind around him tightly, squeezing him in against his warmth to additionally warm him up further. “Mm, alright.” An order of operations, as it were. But he tilts his head enough that Danta can press into the dark strands of his hair, soft and warm and dry in comparison to the still damp golden waves of Danta’s own. Something he focuses on as one hand lifts to thread through the blonde again, finger combing it back to try and dry it and maybe style it a little.
“Happy Flowerbirth, darling.” He keeps the happy birthday part silent for a while, still trying to figure out what kind of event the Theocrat might respond well to – in comparison the butcher’s own birthday party. He has an idea for the true gift, however, something he keeps wholly under wraps.
Ah, but then the downpour is continuing outside, the rain thundering against the window panes. Unfazed by it because it’s how it had gone all night which Danta had unfortunately been caught in, the butcher squeezes him a bit closer and nestles his bearded cheek in against the other man’s sharp jaw bone to press a kiss there. “Personally, I believe it is because deep down you like to tell people what to do.” He teases the accented drawl nearer to a jeweled ear. “And despite it’s terrible weather, it is quite charming, no?”
“Happy Flowerbirth, darling.” He keeps the happy birthday part silent for a while, still trying to figure out what kind of event the Theocrat might respond well to – in comparison the butcher’s own birthday party. He has an idea for the true gift, however, something he keeps wholly under wraps.
Ah, but then the downpour is continuing outside, the rain thundering against the window panes. Unfazed by it because it’s how it had gone all night which Danta had unfortunately been caught in, the butcher squeezes him a bit closer and nestles his bearded cheek in against the other man’s sharp jaw bone to press a kiss there. “Personally, I believe it is because deep down you like to tell people what to do.” He teases the accented drawl nearer to a jeweled ear. “And despite it’s terrible weather, it is quite charming, no?”
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
