// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
No deaths but plenty of drama to go around - catching a brief passing whisper about a giant snake and one guy taking plenty of hits. All things that the butcher ignores for a moment in favor for the way Danta snags his hand, his dark gaze slipping over toward him to watch as he presses kisses to his fingertips. The corners of his lips twist up with a little soft smile, one that lingers even after Danta’s straightening up.
The butcher does too, snagging the mojito as soon as it’s slid over to him, and very glad to have the cherry that his lover fishes out of his own drink. It’s with the question aired that the butcher settles in and bites the cherry in two, slicing it expertly with his too sharp teeth. “That is… True.” He agrees, the huff of his laugh warm but lighter, even if he’s still somewhat nervous about the state she’s in.
They’d heard nobody had died, at least, so that’s something. A boon.
Taking a sip of the refreshing drink, the butcher’s arm squeezes around Danta’s shoulders again, leaning in to nose his way into pressing a minty, limey kiss to the other Ancient’s temple. “For now, what is left to do for the chaos cluster?” He asks quietly, a conspirator’s whisper.
The less void they had to deal with, the happier the butcher would be.
The butcher does too, snagging the mojito as soon as it’s slid over to him, and very glad to have the cherry that his lover fishes out of his own drink. It’s with the question aired that the butcher settles in and bites the cherry in two, slicing it expertly with his too sharp teeth. “That is… True.” He agrees, the huff of his laugh warm but lighter, even if he’s still somewhat nervous about the state she’s in.
They’d heard nobody had died, at least, so that’s something. A boon.
Taking a sip of the refreshing drink, the butcher’s arm squeezes around Danta’s shoulders again, leaning in to nose his way into pressing a minty, limey kiss to the other Ancient’s temple. “For now, what is left to do for the chaos cluster?” He asks quietly, a conspirator’s whisper.
The less void they had to deal with, the happier the butcher would be.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
