// day breaks sorrow //
“Eww.” The butcher laughs, a warm sound escaping him as he rolls his eyes playfully to the mention that it would be sweeter if he waited. Its up there with the saying that good things come to those who wait, which in the butcher’s experience had never quite been true either. Pursuit was important. It’s what got results.
Either way, the butcher realizes and lets his fingers draw simple designs against his lover’s skin, settling in against the tree where he’s supposed to stay put. At the moment, everything is bearable, Dantalion is within reach and he can watch the party unfold from a safe distance away. And that’s precisely when he hears the flit of Thalassa’s voice as it airs into the quiet shadow on his side. Her tone is tired, though he can hear the jest she attempts in there, and before he has a chance to respond to her, his lover’s voice rings out loud enough for them both to hear.
He can’t help the soft laugh that leaves him in the hopes that it might soothe both her and Danta’s ruffled feathers. “If I had to guess, I would assume it is everyone else who should be blinking for saving. At this present moment, I am perfectly content.” He muses playfully, giving Danta a squeeze, even as he tilts his head over to Thalassa with a knowing smirk that seems to suggest that if she isn’t careful, Danta might surprisingly be the one to start a fight.
And what a shame that would be. That’s his reputation, after all.
Either way, the butcher realizes and lets his fingers draw simple designs against his lover’s skin, settling in against the tree where he’s supposed to stay put. At the moment, everything is bearable, Dantalion is within reach and he can watch the party unfold from a safe distance away. And that’s precisely when he hears the flit of Thalassa’s voice as it airs into the quiet shadow on his side. Her tone is tired, though he can hear the jest she attempts in there, and before he has a chance to respond to her, his lover’s voice rings out loud enough for them both to hear.
He can’t help the soft laugh that leaves him in the hopes that it might soothe both her and Danta’s ruffled feathers. “If I had to guess, I would assume it is everyone else who should be blinking for saving. At this present moment, I am perfectly content.” He muses playfully, giving Danta a squeeze, even as he tilts his head over to Thalassa with a knowing smirk that seems to suggest that if she isn’t careful, Danta might surprisingly be the one to start a fight.
And what a shame that would be. That’s his reputation, after all.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
