now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
It’s almost like waking up a toddler, but the butcher is annoyingly persistent, chasing after Danta even as he recoils a touch. “Oh, come now. It is not that bad.” And besides, they’d have plenty of time to sleep when this initial portion is over.
His tail wags just as it had with Dygra when his lover finally comes to enough to drop the hands from his eyes and look at him, and the butcher is still beaming excitedly. “Yes. Shift, I want to show you.” There’s a hint of urgency in his voice, but not from the panic of getting something over with so much as it is the sheer excitement.
As if for proof, he lifts his arm up and tugs back the sleeve, showing the bracelet adorned there, sleek and black leather accented with gore crow feathers and the faint glimmer of crimson as he rises the flames in the fireplace. Showing it off to Danta, he kneels onto the bed, patiently waiting for him to shift.
His tail wags just as it had with Dygra when his lover finally comes to enough to drop the hands from his eyes and look at him, and the butcher is still beaming excitedly. “Yes. Shift, I want to show you.” There’s a hint of urgency in his voice, but not from the panic of getting something over with so much as it is the sheer excitement.
As if for proof, he lifts his arm up and tugs back the sleeve, showing the bracelet adorned there, sleek and black leather accented with gore crow feathers and the faint glimmer of crimson as he rises the flames in the fireplace. Showing it off to Danta, he kneels onto the bed, patiently waiting for him to shift.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
