// allow me to introduce myself //
He straightens up and pauses from any further movement as Danta reaches up to brush away the snow that’s collected on him, something he doesn’t have to worry about with Danta so much (hopping away as he does when the tree falls to not get snow all over him), perhaps old Halovian habits were making an appearance.
It’s the fire as it wisps and melts the snow against his horns that he leans into, though, a hot caress that the butcher is craving intensely. “Thank you, darling.” He nearly purrs, his gaze bright but cold given the hue of white around them. Instead of honey, a deeper shade of medium roasted coffee greets the vibrant blues of his lover’s.
Content to be manhandled out here as Danta checks his coat a bit more to ensure it’s tight, warmth flares in his chest and body with the added protection and continues to make piles of wood on the sled until he’s satisfied with the amount they have. “Mm, we could, although I fear I may fall asleep before it is done. It takes time to have a good stew.” He lifts a brow with a playful smile before he rolls his shoulders. “Did we wish to go for one more?” Tree, that is.
It’s the fire as it wisps and melts the snow against his horns that he leans into, though, a hot caress that the butcher is craving intensely. “Thank you, darling.” He nearly purrs, his gaze bright but cold given the hue of white around them. Instead of honey, a deeper shade of medium roasted coffee greets the vibrant blues of his lover’s.
Content to be manhandled out here as Danta checks his coat a bit more to ensure it’s tight, warmth flares in his chest and body with the added protection and continues to make piles of wood on the sled until he’s satisfied with the amount they have. “Mm, we could, although I fear I may fall asleep before it is done. It takes time to have a good stew.” He lifts a brow with a playful smile before he rolls his shoulders. “Did we wish to go for one more?” Tree, that is.
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
