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,
Chuckling softly, he nods his head and exhales a soft sigh at the end of the laugh. “As you can also be with me.” It’s certainly been more him lately than it has been Danta, but he wouldn’t complain. They both get to have their moments and if they don’t have any issues, he wasn’t going to change anything.
The waiter arrives, however, and they straighten up and the butcher tests the red wine with a content hum of comfort that it brings. Satisfied, the glasses are filled and only once the waiter’s swanned himself away does the butcher’s gaze focus back on his lover, his smile softer and tinged with content as he lifts his glass to clink it against his lover’s for the toast. “Thank you, darling.” He hums softly before he takes a sip, relishing in the bold taste of it and the way it offers the slight sweet, full body taste of it lingering on his lips. “Forty-one this year. Still feeling quite spry, at least.” He teases himself, his soft smile breaking into a wide shark-tooth grin.
The waiter arrives, however, and they straighten up and the butcher tests the red wine with a content hum of comfort that it brings. Satisfied, the glasses are filled and only once the waiter’s swanned himself away does the butcher’s gaze focus back on his lover, his smile softer and tinged with content as he lifts his glass to clink it against his lover’s for the toast. “Thank you, darling.” He hums softly before he takes a sip, relishing in the bold taste of it and the way it offers the slight sweet, full body taste of it lingering on his lips. “Forty-one this year. Still feeling quite spry, at least.” He teases himself, his soft smile breaking into a wide shark-tooth grin.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
