// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Ooh, perhaps you are onto something.” He drawls, smirking slightly before the snicker leaves him again and he presses another kiss to his temple. “You flatter me, darling.” As he usually does these days, adding to the ego the butcher thrives off of. They wait a few seconds to see if they hear anything else, and with nothing but silence pouring over the area, the butcher finds it relatively boring – choosing instead to relax with the continued touch to his chest.
A few arguments flit in front of his mind as Danta offers his own viewpoint on their arguments, allowing him a moment to lift one of his arms from the heated water. There’s the pale band of scar tissue where his shackles had sat, and above it two little pale rings from Danta’s lava wyrm shift that one time he’d bit him – after an argument about not returning home on time, if he recalls correctly. “I think we have come a long way with our communication.” He pauses, inspecting the little scars and offering a dramatic sigh before he sinks back and tugs Danta closer, almost partially into his lap.
Without any further yelling from down the way, the butcher nearly forgets they’re supposed to be eavesdropping as he presses a kiss to the Maverick’s nose, withdrawing enough to glance back toward the pathway to spy movement. “Mm, I think they are alright. Unfortunate, for I would have loved to truly give him a shadow puppet show he would never forget.” His voice drops and drips full of mischief, before he’s claiming a very much needed real kiss from Danta’s lips.
A few arguments flit in front of his mind as Danta offers his own viewpoint on their arguments, allowing him a moment to lift one of his arms from the heated water. There’s the pale band of scar tissue where his shackles had sat, and above it two little pale rings from Danta’s lava wyrm shift that one time he’d bit him – after an argument about not returning home on time, if he recalls correctly. “I think we have come a long way with our communication.” He pauses, inspecting the little scars and offering a dramatic sigh before he sinks back and tugs Danta closer, almost partially into his lap.
Without any further yelling from down the way, the butcher nearly forgets they’re supposed to be eavesdropping as he presses a kiss to the Maverick’s nose, withdrawing enough to glance back toward the pathway to spy movement. “Mm, I think they are alright. Unfortunate, for I would have loved to truly give him a shadow puppet show he would never forget.” His voice drops and drips full of mischief, before he’s claiming a very much needed real kiss from Danta’s lips.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
