// with our one foot in the grave //
Unaffected by the memories brought up - the trauma of it is simply just another day at the present moment. Talked about easily with the Maverick because he already knew the intricacies. He already knew the reactions the butcher had with them, intimately, and admittedly it does take a few moments for him to remind himself not to look down at the scar that still remains on Danta’s arm - just one of many that he’d given the other man.
Focusing instead on the heaviness in his other pocket, at least evening out with the aquamarine his other side, he’s tugged with ease before hitched a little closer with the hooked thumb in against his belt, keeping him close enough that the butcher can wind his fingers through the messy blonde dipped in crimson, trying and clinging to each strand like living copper. Dark eyes scan his face and he watches and listens while Danta recalls their goddess in all her stunning, holy glory.
He’d be lying if his mouth didn’t go a touch dry at the imagery portrayed in his mind. Though, the gentleman he is wins out as he smooths back the blonde and offers his lover an affectionate yet still sharp smile. “She sounds beautifully devastating.” Comes the soft hum, before he’s leaning in to press his clean forehead against the still dried blood smeared forehead of the Maverick’s. “You will be the first to know if I do.” He murmurs softly.
Focusing instead on the heaviness in his other pocket, at least evening out with the aquamarine his other side, he’s tugged with ease before hitched a little closer with the hooked thumb in against his belt, keeping him close enough that the butcher can wind his fingers through the messy blonde dipped in crimson, trying and clinging to each strand like living copper. Dark eyes scan his face and he watches and listens while Danta recalls their goddess in all her stunning, holy glory.
He’d be lying if his mouth didn’t go a touch dry at the imagery portrayed in his mind. Though, the gentleman he is wins out as he smooths back the blonde and offers his lover an affectionate yet still sharp smile. “She sounds beautifully devastating.” Comes the soft hum, before he’s leaning in to press his clean forehead against the still dried blood smeared forehead of the Maverick’s. “You will be the first to know if I do.” He murmurs softly.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
