// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
“It is, isn’t it?” The butcher agrees, wholly distracted by the column of Danta’s neck, his lips pressing over the silver sheen of faint scars amongst the Torchline tan. He feels the tighten of his grip against his hip and his tail flicks gently before it winds around Danta’s leg to curl in against his calf.
Content to linger here in this dance, Danta’s whisper is a low rumble that brings him out of it a touch, snorting as his head tilts up to press another kiss against the side of his head, intermixed in the candlelit gold. “What if my goal is to wind you up only to pause juuuuust long enough to devour an unburnt dinner?” He whispers back before he’s withdrawing, his dark gaze warm and playful but not without the glimmer of mischief in them that seems to suggest he’d be completely fine doing just that.
He does give Danta a moment to breathe, at least, parting long enough to snag a slice of what he assumes to be turkey, taking a bite of it and holding it aloft just perfectly for Danta to take his own bite if he so wished to.
Content to linger here in this dance, Danta’s whisper is a low rumble that brings him out of it a touch, snorting as his head tilts up to press another kiss against the side of his head, intermixed in the candlelit gold. “What if my goal is to wind you up only to pause juuuuust long enough to devour an unburnt dinner?” He whispers back before he’s withdrawing, his dark gaze warm and playful but not without the glimmer of mischief in them that seems to suggest he’d be completely fine doing just that.
He does give Danta a moment to breathe, at least, parting long enough to snag a slice of what he assumes to be turkey, taking a bite of it and holding it aloft just perfectly for Danta to take his own bite if he so wished to.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
