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 nods as he listens, taking in the scene with heartbreaking clarity, even as the frown remains on his face. He focuses entirely on the Maverick, on the way he closes his eyes and exhales the sigh, as he lets this memory sink in for long enough to really make it count, before swapping it to something leagues better than it had been.
So he watches and feels as the hard floor gives way to a plush bed from the stone, the silks and light similar enough to a den that the fyrhund in Asta already approves. The door melts away — and even the sounds and smells of sulfurs this far down — into the brilliance of an open view of the Climb from back then, with familiar juts and crags of rock.
Immediately as Danta relaxes, the butcher releases the tension in his shoulders, shifting enough to curl in beside him and plunge his fingertips into the golden strands of Danta’s face, leaning in to press his bearded cheek against his own in a somewhat obnoxious nuzzle. “Immensely better, darling.” He agrees — and the evidence of it smooths out his voice in return.
Shifting suddenly, the butcher scoots back toward the headboard of the bed, tugging Danta with him to settle between his legs, warm hands lifting to stroke along his shoulders, trying to alleviate even more tension that might have sparked from the memory. “How are you feeling now?” He asks as the change starts to take effect, warming the air differently than the stifling underbelly.
So he watches and feels as the hard floor gives way to a plush bed from the stone, the silks and light similar enough to a den that the fyrhund in Asta already approves. The door melts away — and even the sounds and smells of sulfurs this far down — into the brilliance of an open view of the Climb from back then, with familiar juts and crags of rock.
Immediately as Danta relaxes, the butcher releases the tension in his shoulders, shifting enough to curl in beside him and plunge his fingertips into the golden strands of Danta’s face, leaning in to press his bearded cheek against his own in a somewhat obnoxious nuzzle. “Immensely better, darling.” He agrees — and the evidence of it smooths out his voice in return.
Shifting suddenly, the butcher scoots back toward the headboard of the bed, tugging Danta with him to settle between his legs, warm hands lifting to stroke along his shoulders, trying to alleviate even more tension that might have sparked from the memory. “How are you feeling now?” He asks as the change starts to take effect, warming the air differently than the stifling underbelly.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
