// day breaks sorrow //
A soft laugh leaves him, nodding. “A vital series of lessons, no?” He says softly, lips quirking into a smirk. After all, if he hadn’t learned how to slip under the radar and learn as much as he could about the average person, he honestly thinks he wouldn’t be here at all.
So the nostalgia comes and goes, his smile sharpening when Danta mentions that he’s a stickler for consent, the butcher’s head inclining mischievously before he nods. “I am.” He murmurs softly. “When it is important to be.” He could care less about those that have broken laws that have found themselves in the recesses of jail.
But there’s the chain and ivory necklace to show, and he smiles more genuinely once he has it draped perfectly. “I made it for you. With help, of course.” He says, withdrawing for Danta to feel the weight of it, the heaviness. At his quip, the butcher’s laugh is warm and easy as he nods, flashing his lover a wink. “Did I not say it was indulgent?” No, the beautiful piece of jewelry wouldn’t be appropriate elsewhere, but for the purposes of this room and their lessons, it’s absolutely perfect. Just as he’d hoped.
He snags the pants from where they’re folded up while Danta spins to show the jewelry off to him and he steps forward and kneels in front of Danta with a small wicked smile as he peers up at his lover, helping him slide his foot into the leg hole of the pants. He’s well aware this is something Danta can do on his own, but something about the moment screams that he should help. And so, with the butcher on his knees, knelt before his Theocrat, he gets both of the Ancient’s legs into the slate grey pants and pulls them up, deftly buttoning them before reaching for the deep brown belt that he hands to Danta.
So the nostalgia comes and goes, his smile sharpening when Danta mentions that he’s a stickler for consent, the butcher’s head inclining mischievously before he nods. “I am.” He murmurs softly. “When it is important to be.” He could care less about those that have broken laws that have found themselves in the recesses of jail.
But there’s the chain and ivory necklace to show, and he smiles more genuinely once he has it draped perfectly. “I made it for you. With help, of course.” He says, withdrawing for Danta to feel the weight of it, the heaviness. At his quip, the butcher’s laugh is warm and easy as he nods, flashing his lover a wink. “Did I not say it was indulgent?” No, the beautiful piece of jewelry wouldn’t be appropriate elsewhere, but for the purposes of this room and their lessons, it’s absolutely perfect. Just as he’d hoped.
He snags the pants from where they’re folded up while Danta spins to show the jewelry off to him and he steps forward and kneels in front of Danta with a small wicked smile as he peers up at his lover, helping him slide his foot into the leg hole of the pants. He’s well aware this is something Danta can do on his own, but something about the moment screams that he should help. And so, with the butcher on his knees, knelt before his Theocrat, he gets both of the Ancient’s legs into the slate grey pants and pulls them up, deftly buttoning them before reaching for the deep brown belt that he hands to Danta.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
