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,
It betrays him, the way he can feel the crevices of his heart warm – a promise to avoid his newfound biggest fear of having to be alone again. Something that’s rooted entirely because of Danta, that is, but it helps. It helps enough that the butcher’s face softens, an almost shy glimpse that Danta picks up on immediately with the realization. “I have and have not.” Because I was fairly certain you would be opposed to that and I refuse to be the one to cage you again.
But the rest dies on his tongue with the kiss, soft and gentle and the only way the butcher can return those thoughts through his body language. He presses in, kissing him back self indulgently and sweetly, until they’re parting. “That is good to know, darling.” He hums softly, as though he wasn’t considering it as seriously as he was, letting it cement in his mind further as a possibility as opposed to a line stepped over too far.
But the rest dies on his tongue with the kiss, soft and gentle and the only way the butcher can return those thoughts through his body language. He presses in, kissing him back self indulgently and sweetly, until they’re parting. “That is good to know, darling.” He hums softly, as though he wasn’t considering it as seriously as he was, letting it cement in his mind further as a possibility as opposed to a line stepped over too far.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
