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
“Mhm, the ice gets thick when it freezes over.” Nodding over toward the entrance and exit of his home, there’s a bone shovel propped up against the wall in a wooden alcove. But he lets Danta get closer regardless, quite pleased to be able to show him all of this, regardless of the memories it brings. “Hmm…” He says with mischief, as if contemplating the thought, enough so that the arctic sunlight from the vent in the roof begins to darken.
He isn’t bringing a storm in, though, he’s simply making it dusk.
Hearing the reminder, he snorts a little as he looks back at his lover, riding that tightrope between who he is now and who he was. He’d had the traumas of growing up here, but it was nothing compared to what happened in his ascension to Ancientness. Here, he was blissfully unaware of just how bad everything could get.
Mm, I would like to show you something else, first. No knives required.” He hums, placing the bone dagger back down before he turns more toward Danta, invading his space to press a kiss that’s as needy as it is sweet for giving him the room to show him this. “Come with me.” Shifting off of the bed of furs to snag his lover’s hand as he stands, he guides Danta back out of the house to a purple, pink, and gold sky, free of clouds and flat aside from the other homes in the village. Guiding him toward the large bonfire, among the towering whale bones stuck out of the ground and carved into, chimes dancing in the air, he situates them perfectly to be able to look between two of the other homes that made up this portion. And he turns them to the sunset, to see as it begins to dip below the horizon, painting the ice and snow in varying lilac and rosy colors, blurring to orange where the gold of the sun cascades over the ice. It’s beautiful and breathtaking, and the butcher can’t hide the almost childish smile on his face to witness it again.
He isn’t bringing a storm in, though, he’s simply making it dusk.
Hearing the reminder, he snorts a little as he looks back at his lover, riding that tightrope between who he is now and who he was. He’d had the traumas of growing up here, but it was nothing compared to what happened in his ascension to Ancientness. Here, he was blissfully unaware of just how bad everything could get.
Mm, I would like to show you something else, first. No knives required.” He hums, placing the bone dagger back down before he turns more toward Danta, invading his space to press a kiss that’s as needy as it is sweet for giving him the room to show him this. “Come with me.” Shifting off of the bed of furs to snag his lover’s hand as he stands, he guides Danta back out of the house to a purple, pink, and gold sky, free of clouds and flat aside from the other homes in the village. Guiding him toward the large bonfire, among the towering whale bones stuck out of the ground and carved into, chimes dancing in the air, he situates them perfectly to be able to look between two of the other homes that made up this portion. And he turns them to the sunset, to see as it begins to dip below the horizon, painting the ice and snow in varying lilac and rosy colors, blurring to orange where the gold of the sun cascades over the ice. It’s beautiful and breathtaking, and the butcher can’t hide the almost childish smile on his face to witness it again.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
