// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
The butcher continues to walk as Danta’s head twists this way and that, allowing the scratches to go precisely where he wants them to go. His fingers still with the gentle nibbling, though he doesn’t seem to pay much mind. At least, not until it seems like Danta’s moving. In which case, the butcher’s steps slow and he ensures that wherever his lover intends to go, that he won’t fall on the way up or down.
Eventually, the realization occurs when Danta’s settling on his shoulder - the weight a comfortable one as the butcher chuckles softly. Allowing any preening to his hair, he imagines he cuts quite a threatening figure as they carve the path toward home along the wagon trail. Soon enough, the brief flickering light of fires can be seen in the distance, as if they’d emerged to find civilization. “If only Moira were here to compete the look, mm?” He teases, tilting his head slightly to peer up at Danta with amusement, before he pulls off the wagon trail to drift through the little outskirts of homes - still a distance away from the Inner Quarter.
Eventually, the realization occurs when Danta’s settling on his shoulder - the weight a comfortable one as the butcher chuckles softly. Allowing any preening to his hair, he imagines he cuts quite a threatening figure as they carve the path toward home along the wagon trail. Soon enough, the brief flickering light of fires can be seen in the distance, as if they’d emerged to find civilization. “If only Moira were here to compete the look, mm?” He teases, tilting his head slightly to peer up at Danta with amusement, before he pulls off the wagon trail to drift through the little outskirts of homes - still a distance away from the Inner Quarter.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
