// with our one foot in the grave //
“Well no, likely not.” The butcher agrees softly, chuckling as he meets Danta’s grin back to him, a playfulness that blooms among the boyishness, because yeah… He’s right. He probably would ask for it. He might even go so far as to beg for it. But that’s neither here nor there, because his boyish daydreaming is cut abruptly short as he scans his lover for any signs of anything that could be wrong with him.
Looking around the cavern, because it was large and vast, the answer is surprising. Which has him shifting to focus properly on Danta again, unsure as well if he means his very skin and bones. The ones the butcher is quite fond of, if he’s being honest.
The cheery bright nature is enough to relax him, though, as he nods and immediately starts to follow the Maverick – trailing closely behind him enough that Danta’s tail could brush against him if he paused. “Of course I will, darling. Tell me when you are ready.” Comes the hum, content leaving the jeweled cavern behind for the open air of the Climb in all of her beauty.
Looking around the cavern, because it was large and vast, the answer is surprising. Which has him shifting to focus properly on Danta again, unsure as well if he means his very skin and bones. The ones the butcher is quite fond of, if he’s being honest.
The cheery bright nature is enough to relax him, though, as he nods and immediately starts to follow the Maverick – trailing closely behind him enough that Danta’s tail could brush against him if he paused. “Of course I will, darling. Tell me when you are ready.” Comes the hum, content leaving the jeweled cavern behind for the open air of the Climb in all of her beauty.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
