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
“So long as it is still within the parameters of the theme, I believe we can get away with anything we desire.” The butcher boasts a touch proudly, chin dipping in quiet greeting toward the tailor who’s busied himself far enough away that Asta doesn’t feel the overprotective thread within him bunch up. He’s relaxed, at least, following Danta as his shadow (and followed even still with his own shadow, smiling and content).
As Danta’s question reaches him, the butcher inclines his head as his dark gaze follows the path of his lover’s hand along the rows of fabric, along varying patterns and material. “I am, yes. I have already informed him, therefore your fitting today shall be done by yours truly.” It’s a boast masked in mischief and playfulness. “Anything that requires actual tailoring shall wait until we have departed.” Which, likewise meant that Danta would have a chance to pick and design things for him once that time arrived.
But for now, his attention is on the heavy fabric that he pairs with the golden ombre that has his brows rising in clear delight, his smile widening a touch as he reaches out to drag his fingers along the silky fabric, then back up Danta’s arm. “Ooh, have I been rubbing off on you, darling?” The approval is clear in the butcher’s accented voice.
As Danta’s question reaches him, the butcher inclines his head as his dark gaze follows the path of his lover’s hand along the rows of fabric, along varying patterns and material. “I am, yes. I have already informed him, therefore your fitting today shall be done by yours truly.” It’s a boast masked in mischief and playfulness. “Anything that requires actual tailoring shall wait until we have departed.” Which, likewise meant that Danta would have a chance to pick and design things for him once that time arrived.
But for now, his attention is on the heavy fabric that he pairs with the golden ombre that has his brows rising in clear delight, his smile widening a touch as he reaches out to drag his fingers along the silky fabric, then back up Danta’s arm. “Ooh, have I been rubbing off on you, darling?” The approval is clear in the butcher’s accented voice.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
