// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Having not made the arrangements for this ship, the butcher is mostly at a loss when it comes to the belly of it where their cozy room sits. Having to duck a few times to ensure his horns and his head don’t smack into the wood, he’s pleased when they reach the door that’s theirs, lingering close to Danta’s side as he opens the door before he’s stepping in, peering through the porthole for a moment before he turns to watch Danta step in and close and lock the door.
“Not there.” The butcher’s hum is soft, already reaching up to unbutton and untuck his shirt. “That was mine.” The bloodbane, with how precise the cut had been, even if it was deep. It wasn’t in a spot where it would cause too much damage other than an additional little scar to join the rest of them – though Astaroth was quite used to that.
His tail flicks slowly at his heels as he peels away his shirt, slipping out of it to reveal the bulk of scar tissue against his chest, where there’s discoloration in the form of hands in prayer against his sternum. It looks like a bit of frostbite, pale and grey against the ripple of olive scar tissue. “This is the only place.” He says quieter, stepping toward Danta to tug him further in with him, to give him ample space to see the mark.
“Not there.” The butcher’s hum is soft, already reaching up to unbutton and untuck his shirt. “That was mine.” The bloodbane, with how precise the cut had been, even if it was deep. It wasn’t in a spot where it would cause too much damage other than an additional little scar to join the rest of them – though Astaroth was quite used to that.
His tail flicks slowly at his heels as he peels away his shirt, slipping out of it to reveal the bulk of scar tissue against his chest, where there’s discoloration in the form of hands in prayer against his sternum. It looks like a bit of frostbite, pale and grey against the ripple of olive scar tissue. “This is the only place.” He says quieter, stepping toward Danta to tug him further in with him, to give him ample space to see the mark.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
