// up above so, up above so quiet //
It’s a shame the tavern isn’t as busy as the Dusklight was, for the show that they receive. The butcher’s not at all shy anymore, either, content to indulge in the taste of his lover and the warmth of his hand on his thigh. Parting only because they have to, the butcher’s fully affectionate, feeling the movement of the Maverick’s lips against his bearded jaw. “Very good.” He hums softly, punctuating it with a kiss to his ear before Danta’s pulling away.
He loosens his magic at the same time, it remains an easy and soft pressure against Danta’s side as he nestles in and the butcher’s arm remains tight, leaving him with a free hand to sip from the still quite warm hot toddy. Following his gaze out, it’s with some amount of surprise to hear that he’s never been on a ship.
“No?” He asks, tilting his head to brush his cheek against the golden space beneath Danta’s rainbow horns, he peers out the window toward the ships in the distance. “In general or for a trek? I admittedly have never been traveling on one not in the sky, but I have been on one. Thalassa’s, actually.” And for a moment he squints to see if the Marauder is in the harbor.
He loosens his magic at the same time, it remains an easy and soft pressure against Danta’s side as he nestles in and the butcher’s arm remains tight, leaving him with a free hand to sip from the still quite warm hot toddy. Following his gaze out, it’s with some amount of surprise to hear that he’s never been on a ship.
“No?” He asks, tilting his head to brush his cheek against the golden space beneath Danta’s rainbow horns, he peers out the window toward the ships in the distance. “In general or for a trek? I admittedly have never been traveling on one not in the sky, but I have been on one. Thalassa’s, actually.” And for a moment he squints to see if the Marauder is in the harbor.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
