// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
The suggestion in her tone is easy to pick up — especially for him this season. Such that when she questions it, he lets the easy chuckle escape him as he turns to hop up onto the slab that appears like the center piece of their little rage room. “Fast and quick.” He repeats with a wink once he’s settled, spying the too sly look at odds with the soft innocence of her tone. He knew she would be perfect for this, and he’s just lucky enough to have the opportunity of her availability to make it work.
“I believe I can.” He answers her, though he catches her glance toward the wall where the cuffs sat and something within him sparks dark as he draws his arms in front of him, revealing to her the pale scars around his wrists that are smooth and flat, tail flicking slightly. “I would rather avoid cuff-like bindings.” His shark tooth smile slants apologetically, but he thinks the scars on his wrists were answer enough. He’d spent enough time being chained to something. “But if you must pin my hand down with a blade I will not be opposed to that.” Not that he thinks it’ll break through the determination he has set upon himself.
He also hasn’t been in that position in a very long time.
He shakes his head when she questions whether or not he’s attained bloodboon, his smile softer as if in anticipation. “No bloodboon. Only bloodbane. Yet I imagine you will likely witness some effects from my haunt.” That was harder for the butcher to hide, especially if he’s indulging in as much pain as she’s willing to give.
“I believe I can.” He answers her, though he catches her glance toward the wall where the cuffs sat and something within him sparks dark as he draws his arms in front of him, revealing to her the pale scars around his wrists that are smooth and flat, tail flicking slightly. “I would rather avoid cuff-like bindings.” His shark tooth smile slants apologetically, but he thinks the scars on his wrists were answer enough. He’d spent enough time being chained to something. “But if you must pin my hand down with a blade I will not be opposed to that.” Not that he thinks it’ll break through the determination he has set upon himself.
He also hasn’t been in that position in a very long time.
He shakes his head when she questions whether or not he’s attained bloodboon, his smile softer as if in anticipation. “No bloodboon. Only bloodbane. Yet I imagine you will likely witness some effects from my haunt.” That was harder for the butcher to hide, especially if he’s indulging in as much pain as she’s willing to give.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
