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,
“How thoughtful of you, darling.” The butcher purrs with a soft laugh, because yes – it was probably much easier to simply have a long nap than it would be to expect it to be a multitude of naps. In all honesty, however, if they didn’t have a window the butcher would have zero idea what time it actually was while in their room.
Not that it matters too much, given that it was the evening and it was already dark outside and cold and the bonfire that kept them functioning with just enough heat to not turn to stone completely, he might not know what day it is but he does know it’s close to bed time.
He watches his lover a touch more intensely when he takes the bite, a touch surprised to see how much he’s enjoying it and happily makes himself busy with the majority of the sweeter portions, downing it with even more sweetness from the martini. “It is quite lovely, isn’t it?” He hums, letting the fork rest on his tongue shortly after as he peers across at the other Ancient with a tired glimpse in his gaze that’s melded with an overwhelming happiness. “I think I may require some help getting out of all of this when we get home. Would you be opposed to helping?” He doubts it, based off of the previous look and Danta’s impulsivity. The butcher could stay awake a bit longer to indulge him, too.
Not that it matters too much, given that it was the evening and it was already dark outside and cold and the bonfire that kept them functioning with just enough heat to not turn to stone completely, he might not know what day it is but he does know it’s close to bed time.
He watches his lover a touch more intensely when he takes the bite, a touch surprised to see how much he’s enjoying it and happily makes himself busy with the majority of the sweeter portions, downing it with even more sweetness from the martini. “It is quite lovely, isn’t it?” He hums, letting the fork rest on his tongue shortly after as he peers across at the other Ancient with a tired glimpse in his gaze that’s melded with an overwhelming happiness. “I think I may require some help getting out of all of this when we get home. Would you be opposed to helping?” He doubts it, based off of the previous look and Danta’s impulsivity. The butcher could stay awake a bit longer to indulge him, too.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
