Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
“Don’t be.” Comes the softer hum, the hint of Whitebrim coming out as Danta’s hand falls away from his wrist. “I have gotten very used to being touched, especially by you. Those are just…” Not tender, of course, Dygra had healed him of these wounds. “I suppose it is like the ones I gave you in the Climb.” The ones that put you in your place.
He can’t elaborate it, though, as Danta snags his chin – so he calms down and lets his expression relax – his eyes dark but surprisingly more open, absent of his usual ego or arrogance, a brief view into the man beneath the charm. It remains even as he snorts softly, listening to the rain as it pelts the window and the exterior of the Dusklight. “Then I would think the blood is presentable, no?” Inspiring more fear and perhaps longing from those that are more masochistic if the butcher swanned down there with blood stained to his lips.
It doesn’t matter in the end, anyway, because Danta finally has a chance to clear up the rest of the blood clinging to his face right in time for him to lean in and steal a softer kiss – gratitude and appreciation wrapped into the soft press of his lips before he withdraws to speak. “That is a lovely plan, though. I did bring them over.” The pain killers, that is, using his freehand to reach around the items blindly until he lands on the bottle and lifts it with a tell-tale shake to hear the pills dance within it.
He can’t elaborate it, though, as Danta snags his chin – so he calms down and lets his expression relax – his eyes dark but surprisingly more open, absent of his usual ego or arrogance, a brief view into the man beneath the charm. It remains even as he snorts softly, listening to the rain as it pelts the window and the exterior of the Dusklight. “Then I would think the blood is presentable, no?” Inspiring more fear and perhaps longing from those that are more masochistic if the butcher swanned down there with blood stained to his lips.
It doesn’t matter in the end, anyway, because Danta finally has a chance to clear up the rest of the blood clinging to his face right in time for him to lean in and steal a softer kiss – gratitude and appreciation wrapped into the soft press of his lips before he withdraws to speak. “That is a lovely plan, though. I did bring them over.” The pain killers, that is, using his freehand to reach around the items blindly until he lands on the bottle and lifts it with a tell-tale shake to hear the pills dance within it.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
