the way we work is masochistic

the evidence is on my body
but I never complain

The metal pools not unlike the lava nearby, cooling on the surface. And once he’s satisfied with it, he ensures his hands are clean before he hums a note of agreement that there were none of them now. And while it had been a lot on an already injured shoulder, Flora’s healing had helped nicely to keep it from growing too sore too quickly.

Not that he thinks he’d register the pain right now, anyway.

The warmth of Danta’s body and the coaxing, has him sinking back into the other man easily. It’s still stiff, but it’s leagues better than he was on his own. His tail winds around Danta’s leg, the ashen spaded edge pressing flat against his calf. He hears his words, lets them register, and he nods slightly — pointedly keeping each and every ounce of his Ancientness on full display.

Anything to be further away from Ferox, the better. He takes the open bottle of liquor, taking an immediate sip as he feels Danta nuzzle in. “Unfortunately, I feel more like Ferox now than Astaroth.” Comes the honest answer, devoid of any pleasantries he typically placed into his vocabulary, his accent thicker as he goes to take another sip of the liquor.

Astaroth

i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing