// up above so, up above so quiet //
“Ah, very good.” The butcher purrs a playful hum, content with it being Danta’s fault that he simply didn’t read the fine print. And it’s to his grin that the butcher flashes a sharp one of his own, all confidence and cockiness, like he hadn’t just spent a few moments outside frantically swiping at his antlers.
Murmuring his thanks to the bartender as their drinks arrive, he collects his closer to him to press his hand against, feeling the warmth of it radiate through the ceramic. He gladly accepts the cherry spiked on the sword, though, leaning over before a glimmer of mischief and suggestiveness blooms in his gaze. He doesn’t pluck the sword from his hand, but rather leans in to place his mouth upon it, deftly stealing the cherry with his tongue, before sliding off of it.
Taking a moment to chew on the cherry, he swallows it and snorts, waving a hand to his lover with an almost exasperated expression. “Mmm, but I did. Complain, that is. I believe you were still half asleep.” He touts proudly, before deflating slightly to lean into Danta’s shoulder. “It has been a wonderful respite. You make a lovely blanket, darling.” He hums, lifting his hot toddy to his lips to take a sip without cooling it off, an unnecessary step given their Ancient status.
Murmuring his thanks to the bartender as their drinks arrive, he collects his closer to him to press his hand against, feeling the warmth of it radiate through the ceramic. He gladly accepts the cherry spiked on the sword, though, leaning over before a glimmer of mischief and suggestiveness blooms in his gaze. He doesn’t pluck the sword from his hand, but rather leans in to place his mouth upon it, deftly stealing the cherry with his tongue, before sliding off of it.
Taking a moment to chew on the cherry, he swallows it and snorts, waving a hand to his lover with an almost exasperated expression. “Mmm, but I did. Complain, that is. I believe you were still half asleep.” He touts proudly, before deflating slightly to lean into Danta’s shoulder. “It has been a wonderful respite. You make a lovely blanket, darling.” He hums, lifting his hot toddy to his lips to take a sip without cooling it off, an unnecessary step given their Ancient status.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
