— frozen grounds and leafless trees
”Oh noooo,” is exactly the same dramatic sigh that burns through his mind at the mere thought of doing anything work related at this precise moment. It still sparks a soft snort to leave the butcher, however, his free arm (once he’s set down the cup of tea) wrapping tighter around Danta as his tail follows suit, fingertips dragging more of those faint shivers from him. “Pity for us.” The butcher drawls with his own dramatics, playful enough to add that additional boon of proof that he isn’t like he has been the last season.
Not that they need anymore proof, given how he hasn’t tried to do more than just cuddle. He melts under the soft touches against his scarred back and the trailed scars of his chest. He’d purr if he could, but the gentle and slow sweeping motion of the flat part of his spaded tail will have to make up for it. “What is stopping us? I shall not say no to another one.” He asks, burying his face in against his lover’s temple, voice warm as his tone shifts toward a conspiratory whisper.
As if adding additional proof of it, the butcher already seems to start falling asleep under the relaxing and soothing attention in Danta’s touch.
Not that they need anymore proof, given how he hasn’t tried to do more than just cuddle. He melts under the soft touches against his scarred back and the trailed scars of his chest. He’d purr if he could, but the gentle and slow sweeping motion of the flat part of his spaded tail will have to make up for it. “What is stopping us? I shall not say no to another one.” He asks, burying his face in against his lover’s temple, voice warm as his tone shifts toward a conspiratory whisper.
As if adding additional proof of it, the butcher already seems to start falling asleep under the relaxing and soothing attention in Danta’s touch.
Astaroth
the woods will haunt you like a frigid breeze —
