// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
There was a long portion of their time together that the butcher enjoyed Danta being wrong - but nowadays? It’s playful, teasing, nothing like it had been before. If only, because now that he knows what Danta had gone through, the things Danta did know versus what the rest of them knew were vastly uneven. And while the two of them had done a lot of beating the shit out of each other, its something the butcher’s started not thinking about so often these days.
Not when he can hold him and smooth over the silver scars left behind that he gave him. Like he can repent for the wrongs he’d done in the past. But they both had a part to play and they’d played them well back then. And with no one around (thankfully) to prolong the trauma, they can sit here like this. In love. Willing to put themselves first for the other.
He snags a sip from the refilled glass of wine once he’s finished unbuttoning his shirt enough to ensure it isn’t restricting as he gets ready to lay back against the rug. “She did a brilliant job.” He agrees as he settles, twisting onto his side so he can scan Danta’s face, catching the bright blues as his warm hand traces over his scar,
“Mm, is that so, darling? How have I surprised you recently?” His curiosity gets the better of him, for someone lacking a feline shift. But the butcher seems entirely content to curl up here amongst the rug, relishing in the touches Danta has to offer, propping his head up on his other arm so that his horns don’t tear a hole in the rug or scratch a line against the floor.
Not when he can hold him and smooth over the silver scars left behind that he gave him. Like he can repent for the wrongs he’d done in the past. But they both had a part to play and they’d played them well back then. And with no one around (thankfully) to prolong the trauma, they can sit here like this. In love. Willing to put themselves first for the other.
He snags a sip from the refilled glass of wine once he’s finished unbuttoning his shirt enough to ensure it isn’t restricting as he gets ready to lay back against the rug. “She did a brilliant job.” He agrees as he settles, twisting onto his side so he can scan Danta’s face, catching the bright blues as his warm hand traces over his scar,
“Mm, is that so, darling? How have I surprised you recently?” His curiosity gets the better of him, for someone lacking a feline shift. But the butcher seems entirely content to curl up here amongst the rug, relishing in the touches Danta has to offer, propping his head up on his other arm so that his horns don’t tear a hole in the rug or scratch a line against the floor.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
