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,
Closing his eyes as Danta leans in and brushes his lips against his scruff, the butcher is absolutely expecting something filthy to come from his lover’s lips. And it’s with a swift turn of surprise that the butcher’s cheeks flare darkly to hear the whisper in his ear, only for Danta to scoff and sit back, the laughter bright as if he too had been caught out by the question.
His cheeks are incredibly warm as he regards the Maverick, fingertips lifting to run through his blonde strands again, trailing along the sharp edges of diamond horns as he considers his words. “I will answer.” He hums, even if he’s still a shade of red he hasn’t been in quite some time. “Cannibals do not get married.” He drawls a little playfully at first, pretending as if that’s the answer itself before he continues, his smile softening. “That being said, I have attended quite a few and.. I have never imagined myself in that place prior to being here with you.” So deeply in love, that is. “I will not lie and say that a party benefiting us in such as way sounds terrible. Nor would I be opposed to mirroring you with your adoration of jewelry, either.” He muses, like the fluster from the question has sparked him being unable to stop.
“Apologies. I am rambling now.” He says with a huff of a laugh. “You were opposed to the idea before so I never entertained it seriously. But yes, I have.” His honey warm gaze flickers across his lover’s face, scanning for any of the body language he knows to tell him he’s struck a little too close to making him shy away.
His cheeks are incredibly warm as he regards the Maverick, fingertips lifting to run through his blonde strands again, trailing along the sharp edges of diamond horns as he considers his words. “I will answer.” He hums, even if he’s still a shade of red he hasn’t been in quite some time. “Cannibals do not get married.” He drawls a little playfully at first, pretending as if that’s the answer itself before he continues, his smile softening. “That being said, I have attended quite a few and.. I have never imagined myself in that place prior to being here with you.” So deeply in love, that is. “I will not lie and say that a party benefiting us in such as way sounds terrible. Nor would I be opposed to mirroring you with your adoration of jewelry, either.” He muses, like the fluster from the question has sparked him being unable to stop.
“Apologies. I am rambling now.” He says with a huff of a laugh. “You were opposed to the idea before so I never entertained it seriously. But yes, I have.” His honey warm gaze flickers across his lover’s face, scanning for any of the body language he knows to tell him he’s struck a little too close to making him shy away.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
