// day breaks sorrow //
Always a charmer, the butcher’s only answer to flattering the other Ancient is the knowing smile that blooms on his face, hidden by the fact that he’s standing behind him lacing up the corset. The follow up question is one that brings another soft hum of a laugh from the butcher’s lips as he finishes tying the corset. “Well, I had many people to practice with when I went on my studying how to be a civilized person trek. However, when I came back, Rayla would often be whom I practiced on.” He pauses, as if recalling those moments.
“I wanted to keep the skills sharp, so she would occasionally come to my den to help me when we had nothing else occurring.” Similarly to this, dancing practice, attire, talking (though it had mostly been gossip). It’s almost fond the way he thinks about it, before he’s shaking his head and digging his hand in the carefully concealed bag of goodies he’d brought.
His smile sharpens a touch to hear the answer and to see the smirk that blooms on Danta’s face. “I always like to ask.” Just in case. Even though Danta had never once denied him the opportunity. Producing a large draping necklace, the butcher holds it carefully in his hands to angle it so Danta can see it. There’s multitudes of chains intermixed with pieces of bone that connect each section, a perfect addition for the Maverick who’s shoulders and chest are still bare from how low the corset sits. He steps forward after a moment of unclasping it, reaching around his lover’s neck to slip it on and hook it back together. A few portions settle on his shoulders, connecting to the middle section that mirrors the back, a too wide piece of chainmail in the sense that it drapes cool and glittering on Danta’s skin.
“I wanted to keep the skills sharp, so she would occasionally come to my den to help me when we had nothing else occurring.” Similarly to this, dancing practice, attire, talking (though it had mostly been gossip). It’s almost fond the way he thinks about it, before he’s shaking his head and digging his hand in the carefully concealed bag of goodies he’d brought.
His smile sharpens a touch to hear the answer and to see the smirk that blooms on Danta’s face. “I always like to ask.” Just in case. Even though Danta had never once denied him the opportunity. Producing a large draping necklace, the butcher holds it carefully in his hands to angle it so Danta can see it. There’s multitudes of chains intermixed with pieces of bone that connect each section, a perfect addition for the Maverick who’s shoulders and chest are still bare from how low the corset sits. He steps forward after a moment of unclasping it, reaching around his lover’s neck to slip it on and hook it back together. A few portions settle on his shoulders, connecting to the middle section that mirrors the back, a too wide piece of chainmail in the sense that it drapes cool and glittering on Danta’s skin.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
