// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
It’s the other side of the coin that they experience in this moment. While the greed and desire is still there, it’s no longer sharp. It’s softer, the tides lapping against a hull rather than the middle of choppy waves in a storm. This side is the calm aftermath, full of heat from pure affection rather than the need to devour. And while they’ll have matching marks once their abused skin has a chance to heal, the butcher wouldn’t have it any other way.
He meets Danta’s brilliant blues, feels the heat of his hand as it covers one of his while his thumbs stroke his lover’s cheekbones at ease, relishing in the feel of his fingers in the dark strands of his hair. The silence that falls once Danta’s words have left him is a comfortable, weighted blanket. Heavy and suffocating in the way that makes his heart feel full. He feels wanted, and for a cannibal who had lived most of his life being nothing more than a weapon and disposable, it fills the yawning pit in him that he hadn’t realized he’d had.
He can only hope that he fills the same hole in the Maverick. That he sees him, scars and fears and flaws, and still loves him, wants him, would do everything he could for him.
The kiss to his palm is warm, encouraged by the lick of flame that accompanies the smokey kiss, and the butcher leans in to press his lips to his lover’s temple, tail curling around the two of them to keep them nestled together. “I wish I had my pipe with me.” He admits, breaking the silence for a breathy chuckle, his nose nuzzling the side of his lover’s face.
He meets Danta’s brilliant blues, feels the heat of his hand as it covers one of his while his thumbs stroke his lover’s cheekbones at ease, relishing in the feel of his fingers in the dark strands of his hair. The silence that falls once Danta’s words have left him is a comfortable, weighted blanket. Heavy and suffocating in the way that makes his heart feel full. He feels wanted, and for a cannibal who had lived most of his life being nothing more than a weapon and disposable, it fills the yawning pit in him that he hadn’t realized he’d had.
He can only hope that he fills the same hole in the Maverick. That he sees him, scars and fears and flaws, and still loves him, wants him, would do everything he could for him.
The kiss to his palm is warm, encouraged by the lick of flame that accompanies the smokey kiss, and the butcher leans in to press his lips to his lover’s temple, tail curling around the two of them to keep them nestled together. “I wish I had my pipe with me.” He admits, breaking the silence for a breathy chuckle, his nose nuzzling the side of his lover’s face.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
