my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
“Ah, yes, my favorite.” He hums – having absolutely zero reason to get all dressed up in their finest and go out on the town. So without there being a huge barrage of things he might need to force himself to be social for, he’s quietly relieved that there isn’t that much of an occasion for this aside from looking beautiful, and Danta has absolutely nailed it. “Thank you. I thought it paired well with the rest of it.” Gesturing to the mahogany belt with the pop of the rich brown leather and gold additions, the butcher’s smile grows brighter and a bit sharper.
Falling into step beside him easily, the butcher drifts toward him with a small and amused smile. “I had nearly forgotten.” That it was his birthday, that is. And with a puff of breath from his lips that clouds in front of their faces, he leans into Danta’s touch as he lets his lover guide him. “I will never say no to dinner with you, however. What establishment were you envisioning, darling?” He asks, the golden chains clinking against the fire obsidian of his antlers as he tilts his head back toward his lover, watching him briefly as he’s guided.
Falling into step beside him easily, the butcher drifts toward him with a small and amused smile. “I had nearly forgotten.” That it was his birthday, that is. And with a puff of breath from his lips that clouds in front of their faces, he leans into Danta’s touch as he lets his lover guide him. “I will never say no to dinner with you, however. What establishment were you envisioning, darling?” He asks, the golden chains clinking against the fire obsidian of his antlers as he tilts his head back toward his lover, watching him briefly as he’s guided.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
