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,
Snorting to hear Danta’s plans, he won’t lie and say he isn’t looking forward to the relaxing day tomorrow that the butcher will likely take full advantage of in hibernation mode. “I meant the next time we play truth or dare. I fully intend on doing the dare before Flowerbirth.” He says with a soft laugh.
Relaxing even more as Danta decides to let him keep the amount of energy he does have, he hopes they don’t deplete in his sleep and it does fall into some energy bank he can tap into when the feeling overtakes him.
For now, though, the butcher continues to draw those simple designs into his lover’s skin, stifling a surprise yawn as it makes an appearance. “Mm, full sleep if I recall correctly.” He teases, only because Danta had corrected him before that it would likely be more of a goodnight than a see you in a few hours.
Relaxing even more as Danta decides to let him keep the amount of energy he does have, he hopes they don’t deplete in his sleep and it does fall into some energy bank he can tap into when the feeling overtakes him.
For now, though, the butcher continues to draw those simple designs into his lover’s skin, stifling a surprise yawn as it makes an appearance. “Mm, full sleep if I recall correctly.” He teases, only because Danta had corrected him before that it would likely be more of a goodnight than a see you in a few hours.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
