// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Eternally grateful for the way Charlie simply knows and doesn’t need to ask, the butcher is more than ready to follow her guidance. As she tells him to lay back for her, he seems surprisingly not tense in the movement that has him twisting, legs lifting onto the slab that makes up the rage room’s center piece, his tail sweeping to the side to hang off the edge, its ashen tip flicking with anticipation.
She guides him into the perfect position, his horned head on the edge of the stone slab but he doesn’t quite bare his neck just yet. He ensures she understands the very real possibility of his haunt making a showing and when she nods her understanding and brushes her fingers through his hair with a very light touch, his dark gaze softens with understanding but hardens with acceptance and expectation.
His dark hair, grown out a touch longer, is soft where it falls in feathered waves as he tilts his head back to expose his throat – the butcher’s adams apple lifts with the swallow of his preparation, the slow and long inhale before the slow exhale follows it. “I am ready, darling.” Careful to keep his hands tucked against the middle of his back so that he can pin them himself, he closes his eyes and waits for the sting of the blade from Charlie’s skilled hands.
She guides him into the perfect position, his horned head on the edge of the stone slab but he doesn’t quite bare his neck just yet. He ensures she understands the very real possibility of his haunt making a showing and when she nods her understanding and brushes her fingers through his hair with a very light touch, his dark gaze softens with understanding but hardens with acceptance and expectation.
His dark hair, grown out a touch longer, is soft where it falls in feathered waves as he tilts his head back to expose his throat – the butcher’s adams apple lifts with the swallow of his preparation, the slow and long inhale before the slow exhale follows it. “I am ready, darling.” Careful to keep his hands tucked against the middle of his back so that he can pin them himself, he closes his eyes and waits for the sting of the blade from Charlie’s skilled hands.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
