we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
He feels good, like nothing was capable of stopping him from being able to do whatever it was he wanted to. So much so, that he doesn’t even hate the idea of venturing confidently into the House of Midnight – despite absolutely loathing its owner. Bags are brought with, one of which harboring a hidden compartment as he fully intends on making this Danta’s birthday as opposed to the other idea.
Why not take the opportunities as they come to you, right?
“I will ensure that it is not cold, but it will give you the view, I suppose?” The butcher says idly as they take the stairs toward their room – the very one Astaroth has claimed for a couple of days to give Danta as much time away as he wanted. To relax and indulge to his hearts content. But first, a promise to show him where it was he grew up.
And so he opens the door, holding his breath despite not realizing he has – watching as it opens up to something archaic simply by thought. The room within is expansive, showcasing the exterior of the tent made of ice, snow, and large bones – dug deep into the earth to provide some semblance of warmth. But outside of it, the first view they get, is snow falling but feeling like rain to them and no cold in sight, falling atop the variety of snowblock and hide and bone made homes.
A large fire is in the center, warm and empty for the lack of people – Astaroth having not wanted to think of them in the slightest, so the space he’s concocted is devoid of them aside from the bare bones. But that doesn’t mean that tracks in the snow and ice aren’t visible, especially around their heat source. Bones not unlike the charms and windchimes Astaroth was prone to make, hang from the various homes and large bone spikes likely from whales that stick out of the ground, etched and carved into.
He guides them in, setting the bags over by the main space that indicates it was likely the one he grew up in – an snowblock house with hide and wood utilized for securing the door. “I.. never thought I would see it again.” He admits, letting his dark gaze flicker toward Danta, the arctic sun brightening the usual dark of his eyes to make them honey and bright as he watches his lover for his reaction to it.
Why not take the opportunities as they come to you, right?
“I will ensure that it is not cold, but it will give you the view, I suppose?” The butcher says idly as they take the stairs toward their room – the very one Astaroth has claimed for a couple of days to give Danta as much time away as he wanted. To relax and indulge to his hearts content. But first, a promise to show him where it was he grew up.
And so he opens the door, holding his breath despite not realizing he has – watching as it opens up to something archaic simply by thought. The room within is expansive, showcasing the exterior of the tent made of ice, snow, and large bones – dug deep into the earth to provide some semblance of warmth. But outside of it, the first view they get, is snow falling but feeling like rain to them and no cold in sight, falling atop the variety of snowblock and hide and bone made homes.
A large fire is in the center, warm and empty for the lack of people – Astaroth having not wanted to think of them in the slightest, so the space he’s concocted is devoid of them aside from the bare bones. But that doesn’t mean that tracks in the snow and ice aren’t visible, especially around their heat source. Bones not unlike the charms and windchimes Astaroth was prone to make, hang from the various homes and large bone spikes likely from whales that stick out of the ground, etched and carved into.
He guides them in, setting the bags over by the main space that indicates it was likely the one he grew up in – an snowblock house with hide and wood utilized for securing the door. “I.. never thought I would see it again.” He admits, letting his dark gaze flicker toward Danta, the arctic sun brightening the usual dark of his eyes to make them honey and bright as he watches his lover for his reaction to it.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
