// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
“It could very well be a concern. Shall we find out tomorrow? I believe I am on a streak.” The butcher purrs with a hum of a laugh, loosening his hold from Danta despite the reluctance of it. The sooner they can get their immediate chores over with, the sooner they don’t have to leave the room, and honestly? He wonders if the hammock might be able to support both of their weights. The idea of curling up in it pressed against the Maverick’s chest, swinging lightly to the sun as it glitters across the Brizo is something that he didn’t know he needed until this very moment.
A low “mhmm” escapes him as he’s drifting toward the door, flashing Danta a brilliant smile at the warmth of his presence against his back - a comfort as they share another quick embrace. “Meet back here, yes?” He raises his brow over his shoulder at his lover, tail curling against Danta’s calf, before he’s reluctantly pulling away and guiding them out the door.
They split ways at the bottom of the stairs, the butcher drifting toward the left down the hall that’s adorned with even more netting and parrot motifs, following the guidance those at the front desk had given. And luckily for him, the healer is in and is surprisingly not busy. It doesn’t take long for her healing hands to soothe the bite of pain, leaving him with zero pain and a revitalized self - having also fixed the kink in his back from where he’d held Danta all cramped and curled up in the tinycot bed.
Leaving once he’s put himself back together, the butcher carves a path back up toward their room - stepping in and already shrugging out of the waistcoat and rolls up his sleeves. The cut from the bloodbane is healed now, a fresh little pink scar sitting against the olive tone of his skin - the freshest amongst a history of many others from the very same purpose. It’s his turn this time to settle by the window, watching the light of the fading sunset glitter across the sea, perched on the edge of the sill as if it were a flashback to the Levinsward.
Only minus the trauma.
A low “mhmm” escapes him as he’s drifting toward the door, flashing Danta a brilliant smile at the warmth of his presence against his back - a comfort as they share another quick embrace. “Meet back here, yes?” He raises his brow over his shoulder at his lover, tail curling against Danta’s calf, before he’s reluctantly pulling away and guiding them out the door.
They split ways at the bottom of the stairs, the butcher drifting toward the left down the hall that’s adorned with even more netting and parrot motifs, following the guidance those at the front desk had given. And luckily for him, the healer is in and is surprisingly not busy. It doesn’t take long for her healing hands to soothe the bite of pain, leaving him with zero pain and a revitalized self - having also fixed the kink in his back from where he’d held Danta all cramped and curled up in the tiny
Leaving once he’s put himself back together, the butcher carves a path back up toward their room - stepping in and already shrugging out of the waistcoat and rolls up his sleeves. The cut from the bloodbane is healed now, a fresh little pink scar sitting against the olive tone of his skin - the freshest amongst a history of many others from the very same purpose. It’s his turn this time to settle by the window, watching the light of the fading sunset glitter across the sea, perched on the edge of the sill as if it were a flashback to the Levinsward.
Only minus the trauma.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
