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
“What might that look like, I wonder? Chastising a child?” The butcher muses with a soft laugh under his breath. It’s true, he’d never worshipped it, nor had he ever felt the need to before he’d claimed his allegiance for Dygra. Even if it was, perhaps, the closest to the ideals he’d had when he was nothing more than a Whitebrim cannibal.
Ah well, he finds it matters naught given the way Danta’s dazzling and playful smile is aimed at him, all promise and bite and he finds the shiver race down his spine in pure delight, even if his tone takes on a hint of dramatics — as if he were the child being chastised. “If I am lucky, mm? I am lucky most days.” He confirms with a waggle of his brow, diverting his attention to the two fabrics as Danta makes his decision and the butcher sweeps his arm in against his lower back as he collects them.
“That sounds absolutely delightful and a good use of those feathers from your neverending preening, yes? For me, I was thinking of adding antlers to my own mask.” Perhaps defeating the purpose of it being a masquerade where everyone’s hidden, though Asta admittedly finds he doesn’t care. If anything, he returns his attention to the racks of fabric, spotting a dark black velvet that looks matte in the light of the tailor and finds a few other fabrics. One, a shiny but dark burgundy, silken and smooth. The other a glittering gold to accent.
Reluctantly releasing Danta, the butcher drapes their finds over his arm as he steps over to the premade racks, searching for a style that would suit Danta’s vision so that at least he would be able to see them on and imagine it himself. Once he’s satisfied with a beautiful but billowy shirt and a vest (that still need fabric for his vision), along with a cape that seems as though it might half drape over his shoulder, he invites his lover back over once more. “Shall I go all out and feel as though I wish to rip my skin off before the event is over, or something more… Scandalous?” Smirking behind the cage of the muzzle, the butcher’s head inclines toward his lover far enough that his hair slips over where it had been neatly tucked back to bunch up against one of his horns.
Ah well, he finds it matters naught given the way Danta’s dazzling and playful smile is aimed at him, all promise and bite and he finds the shiver race down his spine in pure delight, even if his tone takes on a hint of dramatics — as if he were the child being chastised. “If I am lucky, mm? I am lucky most days.” He confirms with a waggle of his brow, diverting his attention to the two fabrics as Danta makes his decision and the butcher sweeps his arm in against his lower back as he collects them.
“That sounds absolutely delightful and a good use of those feathers from your neverending preening, yes? For me, I was thinking of adding antlers to my own mask.” Perhaps defeating the purpose of it being a masquerade where everyone’s hidden, though Asta admittedly finds he doesn’t care. If anything, he returns his attention to the racks of fabric, spotting a dark black velvet that looks matte in the light of the tailor and finds a few other fabrics. One, a shiny but dark burgundy, silken and smooth. The other a glittering gold to accent.
Reluctantly releasing Danta, the butcher drapes their finds over his arm as he steps over to the premade racks, searching for a style that would suit Danta’s vision so that at least he would be able to see them on and imagine it himself. Once he’s satisfied with a beautiful but billowy shirt and a vest (that still need fabric for his vision), along with a cape that seems as though it might half drape over his shoulder, he invites his lover back over once more. “Shall I go all out and feel as though I wish to rip my skin off before the event is over, or something more… Scandalous?” Smirking behind the cage of the muzzle, the butcher’s head inclines toward his lover far enough that his hair slips over where it had been neatly tucked back to bunch up against one of his horns.
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
