// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
“Ah, I suppose I shall not pick truth, then.” He quips back, smirking to the wicked laugh. But they eventually finish up their breakfast and he’s able to take a few moments to indulge in more sweet endeavors, before the butcher is withdrawing reluctantly and offering a warm hand out to help his lover out of bed. Once they both are fully up and out of bed, the butcher can straighten out his sweater and brush away a few of the rogue crumbs from the piece of toast he’d devoured.
As for the rest of his get-up, he snags his cane from the wall just in time to come up behind Danta as he fixes his hair, spying the shirt in question with the maroon cardigan and the sweats, chuckling his amusement. “Mine, yes?” He smirks in the mirrored reflection of the Maverick, reaching out to brush a finger across his shoulder where the shirt is.
As for the routine, he boasts a playful look of innocence at odds with what he says. “Always, darling, I am a very efficient guard dog.” He breaks up the innocent look with the too toothy grin and the tilt of his head, the brief appearance of his little shadowed version of himself smiling over his shoulder at the Theocrat.
As for the rest of his get-up, he snags his cane from the wall just in time to come up behind Danta as he fixes his hair, spying the shirt in question with the maroon cardigan and the sweats, chuckling his amusement. “Mine, yes?” He smirks in the mirrored reflection of the Maverick, reaching out to brush a finger across his shoulder where the shirt is.
As for the routine, he boasts a playful look of innocence at odds with what he says. “Always, darling, I am a very efficient guard dog.” He breaks up the innocent look with the too toothy grin and the tilt of his head, the brief appearance of his little shadowed version of himself smiling over his shoulder at the Theocrat.
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
