// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
The weight of Danta against his chest is the best balm the butcher can ask for. Soaking in the heat and heaviness, like the best weighted blanket one could get, the butcher noses his way into the blonde strands free of horns, arms squeezing gently around him when he speaks – if only so the soft little laugh doesn’t bounce Danta too far away from his embrace. “I only got bashed once, and even then it was not a bashing so much as it was a touch.” The butcher complains in his typical whiny tone, letting the huff of a laugh escape him gently.
But he gets it. He’d gotten really fucked up with the wicker woman. But this time he’d been better prepared and stronger, with only the priestess landing a blow on him and not even the full powered villi. Only one ghostly, ghastly revived person. “That is true. There was a good amount of sharing.” He agrees, realizing they hadn’t really talked about it. He presses a soft kiss to his temple before settling in again, neck angled so his head can rest without having to press against the opposite wall. “Did you mind it?” He asks softly, a gentle probe – because it was just them. They could talk about it between the two of them without any hurt feelings.
But he gets it. He’d gotten really fucked up with the wicker woman. But this time he’d been better prepared and stronger, with only the priestess landing a blow on him and not even the full powered villi. Only one ghostly, ghastly revived person. “That is true. There was a good amount of sharing.” He agrees, realizing they hadn’t really talked about it. He presses a soft kiss to his temple before settling in again, neck angled so his head can rest without having to press against the opposite wall. “Did you mind it?” He asks softly, a gentle probe – because it was just them. They could talk about it between the two of them without any hurt feelings.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
