// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Snorting, the butcher agrees with a slight nod of his head. It’s precisely when he offers up a bit more information in regards to he and Danta, and their complicated past. That, and the complications regarding the butcher’s affinity for nightmares and his reaction bearing precisely the sharpness of his teeth. For now, though, that remains under wraps — because the butcher had gone so long being solitary that the second Danta showed him affection, he’d realized how touch starved he’d been his entire life.
Still, he’s wary of touch from others, often seeking it out first in order to show that he’s willing to receive it. Thal, however, is one of the rare few that can get away with it.
“I was intending on asking Danta for help with it.” He nods, because it would be easier to snag them from someone safe. And he knows Danta would be more than willing to be patient and gentle with him. As for the rest of the tasks, he twists a little to flash her an easier smile. “Thank you, darling. I believe I have to be the one to execute it and feast on it.” He hums thoughtfully before he inclines his head toward her. “Perhaps we can do the training? If you are certain, that is.” His dark gaze scans her face, curious if she would be interested in that if she didn’t care much about how he’d become during it. (Even if he has another one already potentially planned for that, more trainings never hurt.)
Still, he’s wary of touch from others, often seeking it out first in order to show that he’s willing to receive it. Thal, however, is one of the rare few that can get away with it.
“I was intending on asking Danta for help with it.” He nods, because it would be easier to snag them from someone safe. And he knows Danta would be more than willing to be patient and gentle with him. As for the rest of the tasks, he twists a little to flash her an easier smile. “Thank you, darling. I believe I have to be the one to execute it and feast on it.” He hums thoughtfully before he inclines his head toward her. “Perhaps we can do the training? If you are certain, that is.” His dark gaze scans her face, curious if she would be interested in that if she didn’t care much about how he’d become during it. (Even if he has another one already potentially planned for that, more trainings never hurt.)
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
