we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
Exhaustion still lingers in his bones, but it’s wearing a different coat this time. Instead of it being the kind to lull one into comfort and quiet serene naps when given the chance, this one has him on edge, bunched up and tense, mostly because of the day that they have planned. To the tailor, first and foremost, for the outfit that they’d wear to the masquerade, and while any other time he’d love to sit back and watch the tailor fuss over Danta, the butcher finds himself dreading it some.
Luckily for the Maverick, the butcher has picked up a thing or two based off of his frequent visits, and with having warned the tailor of the changes he’d been feeling as of late, everyone is on their best behavior.
And that means that Asta gets to run the show. (For now, at least).
“I may or may not have a surprise.” He coos playfully, tail sweeping up against his lover’s leg as he holds the door open for him to step in first before he follows. “I would like for you to pick whatever fabric you wish to have something crafted from… And I shall not complain nor judge.” Flashing his too sharp grin caged behind glittering metal at the Maverick as he follows him in, the butcher’s amusement is palpable even if it is a touch on edge. He’s worn his muzzle just to be safe, and with the premonition made ahead of time, the tailor is also aware from where he greets them from the back, very diligently keeping his distance from the row of fabrics that the Maverick has at his disposal to find whatever it is he wishes.
Luckily for the Maverick, the butcher has picked up a thing or two based off of his frequent visits, and with having warned the tailor of the changes he’d been feeling as of late, everyone is on their best behavior.
And that means that Asta gets to run the show. (For now, at least).
“I may or may not have a surprise.” He coos playfully, tail sweeping up against his lover’s leg as he holds the door open for him to step in first before he follows. “I would like for you to pick whatever fabric you wish to have something crafted from… And I shall not complain nor judge.” Flashing his too sharp grin caged behind glittering metal at the Maverick as he follows him in, the butcher’s amusement is palpable even if it is a touch on edge. He’s worn his muzzle just to be safe, and with the premonition made ahead of time, the tailor is also aware from where he greets them from the back, very diligently keeping his distance from the row of fabrics that the Maverick has at his disposal to find whatever it is he wishes.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
