I'm where the spiders go

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

It has been a long while since he’d hunted by foot, but the prospect of it with the Maverick at his side is one that he very much is interested in, even before the other Ancient wraps his arms around him and presses against his back. He sinks into the touch and hums a note of agreement, his arms lifting to rest along the strong arms that keep him close. Dully aware of the space Danta presses his head into his back, the butcher relaxes even more to feel him return back to normal in the time it took them to get to this spot.

“A bear sounds perfect to sink our teeth into.” Abandoning the idea of the deer nearly immediately, despite how easily it would be to snag one, the butcher seems more than willing to scout however long it took to find one of the bears that roamed the forests here.

He twists slightly, tail brushing against the outside of his lover’s leg, arm hooking around the Maverick’s shoulders as he shows a little bit of his own flexibility. “Now, if I were a bear… where might I be?” He asks the rhetorical question, already taking a step to pull Danta with him into the shadows of the canopies, perusing for any dens that might be near enough for a bear to be bumbling around within.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine