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,
The second Danta starts to swat back at him, the butcher’s laughter continues before it peters out into a soft rumble, letting the moment take them away as the mood grows a touch more somber. Not because of the conversation, but because of the reasoning for it – something the butcher understands intimately.
His hand is conceded easily into Danta’s touch, guided until he can press the wide expanse of his fingers along Danta’s chest, feeling his heartbeat and the warmth there. “I do understand that.” He confirms softly, his tone a touch apologetic – even if he’d sworn to himself he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to him whether he had to or didn’t.
But then his hand is guided again, drawn up against the back of his neck that he takes full advantage of, stroking along the nape of his neck gently, twirling the golden strands there around his fingertips in the process. “That is very good to know, darling.” He hums softly, leaning in to take advantage of another kiss, slow and gentle and sweet.
His hand is conceded easily into Danta’s touch, guided until he can press the wide expanse of his fingers along Danta’s chest, feeling his heartbeat and the warmth there. “I do understand that.” He confirms softly, his tone a touch apologetic – even if he’d sworn to himself he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to him whether he had to or didn’t.
But then his hand is guided again, drawn up against the back of his neck that he takes full advantage of, stroking along the nape of his neck gently, twirling the golden strands there around his fingertips in the process. “That is very good to know, darling.” He hums softly, leaning in to take advantage of another kiss, slow and gentle and sweet.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
