// day breaks sorrow //
The sarcasm is almost palpable, and Astaroth doesn’t delve into it as he holds Danta and tries to prove to him that everything would be fine. His arms remain tight and gentle, careful where he holds his lover, feeling the way the other Ancient’s fingertips bunch and twist in the fine fabric he wears. But it’s relief that follows the awkwardness of the admission and the situation as Danta pushes into him harder, wrapping around him so that he could protect him.
And gods does the butcher try. “If that is something you wish to try, I will absolutely start small.” There’s confidence in his tone, but zero judgement. If Danta wanted to try it, he’d oblige him. If he wanted nothing to do with it? Well, he’d do the best he could in those situations, too. It just meant he’d have to have a better hold on his magic and his temper.
“It is certainly still effective, I will give it that.” Careful to continue not elaborating on which portions he’d unleashed, the butcher presses another kiss to his temple and lets his warm breath brush against his skin when he asks his next question. “Would you like something to drink, darling?” Something strong, perhaps, to take the edge off.
And gods does the butcher try. “If that is something you wish to try, I will absolutely start small.” There’s confidence in his tone, but zero judgement. If Danta wanted to try it, he’d oblige him. If he wanted nothing to do with it? Well, he’d do the best he could in those situations, too. It just meant he’d have to have a better hold on his magic and his temper.
“It is certainly still effective, I will give it that.” Careful to continue not elaborating on which portions he’d unleashed, the butcher presses another kiss to his temple and lets his warm breath brush against his skin when he asks his next question. “Would you like something to drink, darling?” Something strong, perhaps, to take the edge off.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
