// up above so, up above so quiet //
Snorting and rolling his eyes affectionately – he hadn’t been qualified. He’d simply been in the right place at the right time, and as far as he was concerned, he was an excellent judge of character. “Some were better than others, I will admit.” He murmurs with a soft snort, head tilting a touch dramatically as he thinks about that day and the stranger that had helped him pick Spook, a man who had hardly a voice to run the ship but was as fucking meticulous as the butcher when it came to how things should be done.
Either way, the butcher takes a sip of his drink again as his arm twines a little tighter around Danta’s shoulder, keeping him pressed against his side to exude and share all of the warmth he could. “Precisely.” His agreement is quick and doesn’t dwell on more of the younger Ancient, instead focusing on the task they’d gone out for. Hearing and hunting echo sharks.
The grin is reflective on his own as Danta recalls it, his thumb brushing gently against his lover’s arm as he nods. “That sounds quite lovely.” He murmurs almost wistful of the moment, before he’s letting a small snort escape him. “I do not recall ever trying echo sharks.” He murmurs thoughtfully. “I wonder, do you taste the echoeyness of it all?” It’s a shitty joke, but one the butcher can’t help but to say, already looking away as he realizes it falls vastly short of his usual ability to be witty.
Either way, the butcher takes a sip of his drink again as his arm twines a little tighter around Danta’s shoulder, keeping him pressed against his side to exude and share all of the warmth he could. “Precisely.” His agreement is quick and doesn’t dwell on more of the younger Ancient, instead focusing on the task they’d gone out for. Hearing and hunting echo sharks.
The grin is reflective on his own as Danta recalls it, his thumb brushing gently against his lover’s arm as he nods. “That sounds quite lovely.” He murmurs almost wistful of the moment, before he’s letting a small snort escape him. “I do not recall ever trying echo sharks.” He murmurs thoughtfully. “I wonder, do you taste the echoeyness of it all?” It’s a shitty joke, but one the butcher can’t help but to say, already looking away as he realizes it falls vastly short of his usual ability to be witty.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
