burned me up and down

// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //

Listening as Flora calls out to Soh, he remains that pillar at Danta’s side as they slip into the back rooms, as he settles at Danta’s side while Flora fiddles with the latch, opening up the space into a familiar one - dressed in moonlight and a hazy warmth that only Torchline nights tended to offer. He doesn’t linger on the specifics, either, instead letting his head drift toward Flora to hear the oop! and laughter.

Letting Danta go, the butcher doesn’t drift toward the bar, either, humming a deep rumble of a laugh to accompany her own. He does step in further so he’s not stuck against the door they’d just entered from, but enough that when Danta’s drawn Flora against him and walks her back, it isn’t a far trek until Flora’s back presses against the smooth vest the butcher wears, the bumps of scar tissue beneath it felt minutely, but warmth radiates.

Easily slipping his arms around her sides to rest his hands on Danta’s sides, he flashes the Maverick a sharp smile in return as he dips his head and presses his bearded cheek against Flora’s own, taking a small step forward to press her in between them more. “We are eager to oblige whatever it is you desire.” Comes the butcher’s own purr, lips brushing against her cheekbone as his dark gaze flits toward Danta.

Astaroth

// and i'll paint it red //