// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
“So long as he is not in the room with us, then it shall be fine.” He hums back against Danta’s lips with a warm huff of amusement. But he nods to the second request, pressing a soft kiss against the Maverick’s nose briefly, before he nods, brushing his own nose against Danta’s shortly after the kiss. “I am sure if it can be whatever we would like, I can make it have the appearance of snow without endangering us.” Comes the thoughtful tone.
Though he doesn’t really know if that’s how it works – he imagines if he goes by his own imagination of it that he could manipulate it as such. If they can’t, perhaps they simply stick by the door just in case for a quick exit before turning cold and grey.
He knows it has only been a few hours, but as he winds his arms around Danta’s skin and presses his hands into the dimples of his hips, the butcher huffs a small sound of protest. “Mmm.. A few hours too long.” He murmurs against his skin, diving in for another all consuming kiss, snatching any retort with the slip of his tongue.
Though he doesn’t really know if that’s how it works – he imagines if he goes by his own imagination of it that he could manipulate it as such. If they can’t, perhaps they simply stick by the door just in case for a quick exit before turning cold and grey.
He knows it has only been a few hours, but as he winds his arms around Danta’s skin and presses his hands into the dimples of his hips, the butcher huffs a small sound of protest. “Mmm.. A few hours too long.” He murmurs against his skin, diving in for another all consuming kiss, snatching any retort with the slip of his tongue.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
