so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“Gods, you know how much I love tallies.” The butcher hums as he focuses on the steps, his voice wholly dripping with the dramatics despite the truth to them. He does like tallying things. He also likes being organized and knowing precisely what to use when it came to cleaning up messes or mistakes. Mental, physical, or otherwise. It’s why his discovery of bleach had been a brilliant thing when he’d woken from stone.
But that’s neither here nor there, because he’s finally gotten to the bottom of the stairs and Danta’s tucking in at his side and things feel right again for at least the steps that would take them to into the Dusklight. And that’s when the realization sinks into the both of them, muting Danta substantially as they step through and people mostly avoid them - more whispers filtering through about the very ability he’s supposed to unleash to the Maverick in such a short amount of time.
He offers a smile to everyone around, at least, masked as it is that no one would be able to tell the difference aside from the man tucked into his side - the one wearing a weak smile that’s directed up to him. “Of course, darling.” He murmurs, giving him a gentle squeeze, cutting the usual path through the Dusklight to the Backrooms, slinking into his office where he can set the waistcoat down and the bottle of pills, letting his gaze scan Danta for a few long moments when they part.
Drifting closer and ensuring none of his haunt will slip out, the butcher reaches up to gently cup Danta’s face, tilting him enough to meet the butcher’s lips in a gentle kiss. “I promise that I will not hurt you.” Comes the low rumble of a vow, following by the soft addition of “remember that I love you.” And only once those words sink in does he take as deep of a breath as he can. "Tell me when you are ready, love, and whether you want the worst of it to start or if you would like for me to start small and work up."
But that’s neither here nor there, because he’s finally gotten to the bottom of the stairs and Danta’s tucking in at his side and things feel right again for at least the steps that would take them to into the Dusklight. And that’s when the realization sinks into the both of them, muting Danta substantially as they step through and people mostly avoid them - more whispers filtering through about the very ability he’s supposed to unleash to the Maverick in such a short amount of time.
He offers a smile to everyone around, at least, masked as it is that no one would be able to tell the difference aside from the man tucked into his side - the one wearing a weak smile that’s directed up to him. “Of course, darling.” He murmurs, giving him a gentle squeeze, cutting the usual path through the Dusklight to the Backrooms, slinking into his office where he can set the waistcoat down and the bottle of pills, letting his gaze scan Danta for a few long moments when they part.
Drifting closer and ensuring none of his haunt will slip out, the butcher reaches up to gently cup Danta’s face, tilting him enough to meet the butcher’s lips in a gentle kiss. “I promise that I will not hurt you.” Comes the low rumble of a vow, following by the soft addition of “remember that I love you.” And only once those words sink in does he take as deep of a breath as he can. "Tell me when you are ready, love, and whether you want the worst of it to start or if you would like for me to start small and work up."
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
