// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
“Oh do you?” The butcher practically purrs, tail curling against Danta’s back with anticipation. But he withdraws enough to see the nod toward the window, the suggestion ringing beautifully in his ear - and nostalgically, given that they’d done a similar thing out in Levinsward, back when the butcher had been in an incredible amount of pain.
Nodding gently, he starts to slowly untangle himself from his lover’s arms, helping him up should he need it (he imagines he does). “We can leave them off for all that I care.” It was still Longheat and they were still radiating heat themselves, anyway. But he punctuates the words with a tender kiss to the corner of Danta’s lips once they’ve finally standing, his arm snaking around the Maverick’s middle, drifting with him toward the bags so Danta can retrieve the cigarettes while he snags a blanket from the bed to wrap around them once they got to the window.
“May I hold you this time?” He asks after a moment when they’re taking their steps to the window, the sill a rather large bench like Levinsward had been, going so far as to dim the fires in the room down to nothing more than cinders until only the moonlit waters greeted them, reflecting the pale hue against the hulls and sails of ships in the harbor.
Nodding gently, he starts to slowly untangle himself from his lover’s arms, helping him up should he need it (he imagines he does). “We can leave them off for all that I care.” It was still Longheat and they were still radiating heat themselves, anyway. But he punctuates the words with a tender kiss to the corner of Danta’s lips once they’ve finally standing, his arm snaking around the Maverick’s middle, drifting with him toward the bags so Danta can retrieve the cigarettes while he snags a blanket from the bed to wrap around them once they got to the window.
“May I hold you this time?” He asks after a moment when they’re taking their steps to the window, the sill a rather large bench like Levinsward had been, going so far as to dim the fires in the room down to nothing more than cinders until only the moonlit waters greeted them, reflecting the pale hue against the hulls and sails of ships in the harbor.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
