// day breaks sorrow //
They both mirror each other, not just in their attire, but in the way that the subtle clinginess is seen. Both unwilling to release the other’s hand to eat, just to keep connected. The butcher doesn’t mind, however, content to soak in the warmth that escapes his lover as he plans their next venture. Taking sips of the chilled white wine in between bites, the butcher nods as he, too, scans the room and spots a group in the corner putting on quite a feat.
Enough of one that his bones ache just from the idea.
“It does.” He agrees, because it meant that when they arrived bloodied and worn, spent from their bloodlust, it was no longer a huge surprise for those they came across. So the butcher makes his offer and devours a decent amount of the meat and wine, leaving the salad completely untouched as if it might burn him to touch them. “Of course, darling. We can stay in the Inner Quarter. Perhaps we could find a deer by the Black Lake?” The suggestion already has his mouth watering a touch, but he placates it with another bite of raw meat.
He isn’t hurrying, of course, but they manage to devour what’s on their plates and the wine, before the butcher’s nosing into his lover’s cheek and pressing a soft kiss there before they slip out of the booth to head toward their promised hunt.
- FIN
Enough of one that his bones ache just from the idea.
“It does.” He agrees, because it meant that when they arrived bloodied and worn, spent from their bloodlust, it was no longer a huge surprise for those they came across. So the butcher makes his offer and devours a decent amount of the meat and wine, leaving the salad completely untouched as if it might burn him to touch them. “Of course, darling. We can stay in the Inner Quarter. Perhaps we could find a deer by the Black Lake?” The suggestion already has his mouth watering a touch, but he placates it with another bite of raw meat.
He isn’t hurrying, of course, but they manage to devour what’s on their plates and the wine, before the butcher’s nosing into his lover’s cheek and pressing a soft kiss there before they slip out of the booth to head toward their promised hunt.
- FIN
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
