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,
Letting his shark toothed grin bloom across his face, the butcher inclines his head ever so slightly (so as to not bother the way he tucks the piece of raven dark hair behind his ear). “Yes, very good. I will ensure you have a straw to enjoy your drinks with.” Just as Danta always did for him because the muzzle made it next to impossible to drink the Dusklight’s lovely cocktails without one.
He's never seen Danta wear the muzzle, though, and a part of him wonders what kind of feelings it may inspire – which perhaps is what delves into the thoughts of what kind of truth or dare he could offer Danta. Instead, however, it’s his choice, and the butcher huffs a soft laugh as though it was an easy gimme. “Hmm.” Well, now that he isn’t immediately aiming for the dare portion, the butcher’s fingertips slow against the Maverick’s back as he considers, tilting his horned head slightly as he scans Danta’s face, his eyes a warm and bright honey hue in the flickering, dimmed firelight.
“Truth..” He offers the precursor before he grows a touch self indulgent. “When did you first realize you were in love with me?” He asks, nosing in to press a brief kiss to his jaw before he withdraws to hear the answer.
He's never seen Danta wear the muzzle, though, and a part of him wonders what kind of feelings it may inspire – which perhaps is what delves into the thoughts of what kind of truth or dare he could offer Danta. Instead, however, it’s his choice, and the butcher huffs a soft laugh as though it was an easy gimme. “Hmm.” Well, now that he isn’t immediately aiming for the dare portion, the butcher’s fingertips slow against the Maverick’s back as he considers, tilting his horned head slightly as he scans Danta’s face, his eyes a warm and bright honey hue in the flickering, dimmed firelight.
“Truth..” He offers the precursor before he grows a touch self indulgent. “When did you first realize you were in love with me?” He asks, nosing in to press a brief kiss to his jaw before he withdraws to hear the answer.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
