They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“Ahh, I see.” The butcher chuckles softly, leaning into the affection with a touch more gusto than he otherwise might — the season, and all that. He even finds himself mourning the shift of Danta’s hand when he realizes the trajectory but it doesn’t stop him from remaining just as close, nuzzling into his hair. “I would imagine we are thinking of the same things, darling.” His tone is more suggestive, playful as he presses a kiss to his lover’s temple before withdrawing just enough to straighten up.
The waiter’s returned with the bottle of wine and two glasses and with a noncommittal response, but nods, snagging the bottle to pour a hefty amount of the dark red wine into their glasses. Sliding one to his lover, the butcher swirls his as his arm tightens around the other Ancient’s shoulders. “Mm, what are your thoughts on the wine?” Wondering whether or not it will pair as well as he thinks it will.
The waiter’s returned with the bottle of wine and two glasses and with a noncommittal response, but nods, snagging the bottle to pour a hefty amount of the dark red wine into their glasses. Sliding one to his lover, the butcher swirls his as his arm tightens around the other Ancient’s shoulders. “Mm, what are your thoughts on the wine?” Wondering whether or not it will pair as well as he thinks it will.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
