// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
The pinch to his cheek is gentle but sparks an amused glint to his gaze, nose wrinkling a touch as his smile widens. But it’s the following words that Danta speaks that really sparks the light in his eyes. His grin brightens, eyes lighting up into the rich honey of anticipation, when Danta — knowing what he’s done — leans in and silences him with a kiss.
One that the butcher responds to in kind, an eager and pleased press back into him (and maaaaybe a bit nippy in the process), wholly indulging himself in Danta’s silent promises. Withdrawing with a slight flush to his skin, the butcher for once is content letting those words lie, nodding to hear that they’d arrived. “We might as well, no?” Comes the pleased hum, shifting enough to slip off the little bunk alongside Danta so that he can rummage into his back and procure clothes that don’t make him appear as though he’d been charred.
Finding something suitable, the butcher slips the black slacks on, slipping his belt in and tucking his new dark purple silken shirt into the waistband of his pants before he finishes it up with an equally dark waistcoat. Putting everything else back in to be dealt with later, the butcher finally drops his glamour, shooting Danta a brilliant smile as he collects both of their bags. “Lead the way, darling.” It seemed he had a better idea of where they were heading than the butcher did.
One that the butcher responds to in kind, an eager and pleased press back into him (and maaaaybe a bit nippy in the process), wholly indulging himself in Danta’s silent promises. Withdrawing with a slight flush to his skin, the butcher for once is content letting those words lie, nodding to hear that they’d arrived. “We might as well, no?” Comes the pleased hum, shifting enough to slip off the little bunk alongside Danta so that he can rummage into his back and procure clothes that don’t make him appear as though he’d been charred.
Finding something suitable, the butcher slips the black slacks on, slipping his belt in and tucking his new dark purple silken shirt into the waistband of his pants before he finishes it up with an equally dark waistcoat. Putting everything else back in to be dealt with later, the butcher finally drops his glamour, shooting Danta a brilliant smile as he collects both of their bags. “Lead the way, darling.” It seemed he had a better idea of where they were heading than the butcher did.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
