i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
“I am parrrrched.” Comes the playful complaint, dramatic even as he sinks his muzzled head down onto Danta’s golden crown, absent of those beautiful diamond horns. As for the apology, he shakes his head enough to ruffle Danta’s hair with the smooth hardness of the muzzle and the brief press of his beard that pokes through. “Ah, darling, I have managed quite well.” Even without a refill of his refreshments.
Ah, but as he hears the rumor, he withdraws from the press of his head against his lovers to spy the reflection of flame in his lover’s fangs, allowing his own smile to bloom on his face with the warm laugh that leaves him, his hand smoothing along the Maverick’s shoulders and up and down his spine, trailing along each vertebrae. “Oh, no, nothing at all. It has been quite quiet here aside from the occasional will-o-wisps.” Ever the air of arrogant nonanswer, the butcher flashing a smirk.
At the prospect of the drink table, though, the butcher pushes up off the trunk he was still somewhat lounging against, nuzzling his muzzled cheek against Danta’s temple. “With you on my arm I will be perfectly fine.” Mostly. If the smiling shadow still trails him, well, that’s between him and Ludo’s Woods. Obviously. "Shall we?"
Ah, but as he hears the rumor, he withdraws from the press of his head against his lovers to spy the reflection of flame in his lover’s fangs, allowing his own smile to bloom on his face with the warm laugh that leaves him, his hand smoothing along the Maverick’s shoulders and up and down his spine, trailing along each vertebrae. “Oh, no, nothing at all. It has been quite quiet here aside from the occasional will-o-wisps.” Ever the air of arrogant nonanswer, the butcher flashing a smirk.
At the prospect of the drink table, though, the butcher pushes up off the trunk he was still somewhat lounging against, nuzzling his muzzled cheek against Danta’s temple. “With you on my arm I will be perfectly fine.” Mostly. If the smiling shadow still trails him, well, that’s between him and Ludo’s Woods. Obviously. "Shall we?"
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
