// day breaks sorrow //
As Danta tops Flora off and continues the massage, the butcher works at his lover’s shoulder all while he feels Flora’s touch grow more intense. It’s a slow and firm pressure that blooms through him, loosening a touch of tension and sparking a bit of burning pain beneath it — but he knows it’ll be worth it, if he hopes to regain some amount of feeling in it.
And let’s be honest, he doesn’t care much about pain these days.
It’s during the sip of the margarita that the butcher chokes, the burning in his throat sharper than the way Flora regains feeling in the hard branches of his scar tissue. “I am unsure about the roses or lilies. I do believe that if anyone could confine her it would be me.” Which would mean a lot of pretending, something the butcher excels at. He looks back over his shoulder to Flora with the tug of a small and grateful smile, because while it had killed the mood, it was for an important reason. “Thank you for telling us, darling.” He shifts to lean back into her touch again as if to prove it hadn’t ruined the full mood, before his gaze flits to Danta. “Do you think Dygra might have something that could help?” Since she had her own version of protection Danta was currently working toward, perhaps she had her own version that could help their fellow Ancient.
And let’s be honest, he doesn’t care much about pain these days.
It’s during the sip of the margarita that the butcher chokes, the burning in his throat sharper than the way Flora regains feeling in the hard branches of his scar tissue. “I am unsure about the roses or lilies. I do believe that if anyone could confine her it would be me.” Which would mean a lot of pretending, something the butcher excels at. He looks back over his shoulder to Flora with the tug of a small and grateful smile, because while it had killed the mood, it was for an important reason. “Thank you for telling us, darling.” He shifts to lean back into her touch again as if to prove it hadn’t ruined the full mood, before his gaze flits to Danta. “Do you think Dygra might have something that could help?” Since she had her own version of protection Danta was currently working toward, perhaps she had her own version that could help their fellow Ancient.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
