Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
He too feels like his bones and body are made of static, mind absolutely blank despite the self preserving reminder that he needs to breathe; panting as he pulls himself back into the current predicament. The way he holds Danta against him, both of them reeling despite how his feet remain planted, focusing on ensuring he doesn’t lose his grip on the Maverick (he knows how his body seems to stop working when he ravages him like this).
But its in the silence aside from their panting breaths and the sensation of lips pressing kisses to his cheek and jaw, staining blood along his cheek, leaving strands of gold tinged with rust. His head tilts into it, taking a few long moments to indulge in their position before he forces himself to move. Shifting enough to get Danta up into his arms fully, sweeping his legs under one of his arms and the other wrapped around his back, he cradles him close to his chest with a bloodtinged shark tooth smile aimed down at the Maverick. “Sorry for being a brat.” He hums in his hoarse Whitebrim voice, pushing off the wall to carry Danta over to their den, setting him comfortably against their bundles of furs before he straightens up after a chaste kiss to his forehead.
It doesn’t take him long to reach the kettle, setting it on the fire to warm up the water as he collects the rest of his things – rags and bandages, the pain killers he should probably take now as the bliss keeps his soreness and bruises at bay, and a bowl so he can clean them both up. Returning with the items in question and the kettle now heated to a boiling temperature, the butcher sinks down onto the bed, one leg tucked up under him as he preps the bowl with one of the rags. “Let me see, love.” It had been his hardest bite since Leafchange, he's sure.
But its in the silence aside from their panting breaths and the sensation of lips pressing kisses to his cheek and jaw, staining blood along his cheek, leaving strands of gold tinged with rust. His head tilts into it, taking a few long moments to indulge in their position before he forces himself to move. Shifting enough to get Danta up into his arms fully, sweeping his legs under one of his arms and the other wrapped around his back, he cradles him close to his chest with a bloodtinged shark tooth smile aimed down at the Maverick. “Sorry for being a brat.” He hums in his hoarse Whitebrim voice, pushing off the wall to carry Danta over to their den, setting him comfortably against their bundles of furs before he straightens up after a chaste kiss to his forehead.
It doesn’t take him long to reach the kettle, setting it on the fire to warm up the water as he collects the rest of his things – rags and bandages, the pain killers he should probably take now as the bliss keeps his soreness and bruises at bay, and a bowl so he can clean them both up. Returning with the items in question and the kettle now heated to a boiling temperature, the butcher sinks down onto the bed, one leg tucked up under him as he preps the bowl with one of the rags. “Let me see, love.” It had been his hardest bite since Leafchange, he's sure.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
