— frozen grounds and leafless trees
Danta’s question receives a similar treatment – a quiet pause, a weight that’s heavy like the snow clinging to the architecture outside growing between them before he’s finally formulated his response. “No.” That’s the most basic point of it at least. “I had figured you might prefer a bit of time to relax, too.” His smile is softer, his arms sweeping around Danta’s middle once he’s clamored into his lap. “And you alleviated those fears of disinterest last season when I asked you about it.” He murmurs, nosing in to press a kiss to his nose.
Withdrawing to hear the return question – and having to figure out just what he feels that isn’t influenced or inflated by the exhaustion weighing against him, it’s with a slow and tired rumble of his voice as warmth flares against his head and through his dark hair that he answers. “I feel strange. All of the aggression from last season just.. vanished. There is no half and half like there had been before? I feel incredibly passive and apathetic.” Which is something the butcher has very rarely ever had to endure.
He leans in to rest his forehead against Danta’s briefly, drawing up his glamour to lose the horns and give Danta more space to drag his fire tipped fingers through.
Withdrawing to hear the return question – and having to figure out just what he feels that isn’t influenced or inflated by the exhaustion weighing against him, it’s with a slow and tired rumble of his voice as warmth flares against his head and through his dark hair that he answers. “I feel strange. All of the aggression from last season just.. vanished. There is no half and half like there had been before? I feel incredibly passive and apathetic.” Which is something the butcher has very rarely ever had to endure.
He leans in to rest his forehead against Danta’s briefly, drawing up his glamour to lose the horns and give Danta more space to drag his fire tipped fingers through.
Astaroth
the woods will haunt you like a frigid breeze —
