// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
Snorting - because he honestly had, between the pale sun and the reflection from the snow, the butcher’s skin had been a near constant tan, deep and warm and beautiful in comparison to how pale he’s become ever since becoming Ancient and sticking mostly to the confines of his room and their cave system. “The sun never had a chance to set where Whitebrim was at that time.” He comments idly, nostalgia pouring into his accent as the smooth rocking of the cabin adds a beautiful addition to the momentary memory. “It is just the beginning of Longheat, anyway. Perhaps I shall get as much of a tan as I can and you can see just what it was like.” Nuzzling in to press a kiss to Danta’s forehead, the butcher settles again.
At least, enough that the next suggestion to question is aired, spotting the exhaustion in his lover’s beautiful blues before they vanish in favor for the warm line of kisses against his throat. “Once, perhaps, may not ruin it?” He says thoughtfully - because it would be fun, even if part of him could recall the terror after in the centuries past. A low but deep inhale is taken in, breathing in the scent of sage and citrus, the hint of smoke. “An indulgence.” Comes the low hum, arms winding around Danta a bit tighter, to hold him should he wish to fall asleep finally.
At least, enough that the next suggestion to question is aired, spotting the exhaustion in his lover’s beautiful blues before they vanish in favor for the warm line of kisses against his throat. “Once, perhaps, may not ruin it?” He says thoughtfully - because it would be fun, even if part of him could recall the terror after in the centuries past. A low but deep inhale is taken in, breathing in the scent of sage and citrus, the hint of smoke. “An indulgence.” Comes the low hum, arms winding around Danta a bit tighter, to hold him should he wish to fall asleep finally.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
