i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
Reverence and adoration take place of any lingering aggression or possessiveness that’s been building in the butcher the entirety of the night. Such that when he presses his forehead against Danta’s, he takes a few long slow and steadying breaths to inhale the sweet lingering scent of sage, smoke, and blood, complete with the brief undercurrent of citrus. His fingertips thread and twirl along varying strands of blonde, some with a tinge of faded dye. “Mm, perhaps you are right.” He concedes in a rough voice, the smile still tugged on his face growing fraction by fraction as he holds him.
His eyes open only when he feels Danta move, dark midnight spotting him only briefly before he’s captured in a chaste kiss, gentle and sweet but far, far too short. His breaths relax with the trail of his lover’s fingers along his chest, shivers sparking in place of where he’s been, sparking some flame from his own fingertips to wind around Danta’s chest in a lover’s caress that prevents the flame from catching on anything around them. “You do drive an intriguing point.” He concedes, humming as if he’s debating whether or not to do it before he starts to shift.
Leaning forward to steal another chaste kiss briefly from his lover’s lips, he moves his hands still wreathed in little candle-like flames from his fingertips to help Danta up before he’ll follow suit to stand, extinguishing the flame enough to not burn or melt their clothing as they go to pick them up.
His eyes open only when he feels Danta move, dark midnight spotting him only briefly before he’s captured in a chaste kiss, gentle and sweet but far, far too short. His breaths relax with the trail of his lover’s fingers along his chest, shivers sparking in place of where he’s been, sparking some flame from his own fingertips to wind around Danta’s chest in a lover’s caress that prevents the flame from catching on anything around them. “You do drive an intriguing point.” He concedes, humming as if he’s debating whether or not to do it before he starts to shift.
Leaning forward to steal another chaste kiss briefly from his lover’s lips, he moves his hands still wreathed in little candle-like flames from his fingertips to help Danta up before he’ll follow suit to stand, extinguishing the flame enough to not burn or melt their clothing as they go to pick them up.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
