// day breaks sorrow //
“A shame.” He laments, very much knowing what he’s doing when it comes to where his hand is currently on his lover, though caring little for whether or not it does spark something. He’s sure he can finish it, if it came down to it. So he prolongs it out as he hears Danta’s answer over the seasonal deity, nodding softly. “Yes. I do recall those offerings to Tanau. I only participated once.” Because it certainly wasn’t his scene before.
As Danta was well aware.
Thoughts of the Mathair die on the tip of his tongue, however, feeling Danta stiffen and feeling his hold on his haunt begin to drop just enough that the shadow of himself against he ground starts to vibrate in little smokey streaks, stretching out nice and long before he sucks it back in to hear Danta’s voice. The flare of his nostrils with the huff left behind as he glares daggers into the tree, the butcher’s arm tightens around his lover’s waist, hurrying them along. “Let us meet the Mathair, mm?” Not literally, he hopes, but the tree itself sounds intriguing provided it was nothing like the wicker woman currently eyeing them down.
- FIN
As Danta was well aware.
Thoughts of the Mathair die on the tip of his tongue, however, feeling Danta stiffen and feeling his hold on his haunt begin to drop just enough that the shadow of himself against he ground starts to vibrate in little smokey streaks, stretching out nice and long before he sucks it back in to hear Danta’s voice. The flare of his nostrils with the huff left behind as he glares daggers into the tree, the butcher’s arm tightens around his lover’s waist, hurrying them along. “Let us meet the Mathair, mm?” Not literally, he hopes, but the tree itself sounds intriguing provided it was nothing like the wicker woman currently eyeing them down.
- FIN
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
