Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
It was one of those things that they both understood enough that they didn’t really need to talk about it. Even if sometimes it was good to talk about it. The butcher feels like this is one of those times and to hear that he understands as much, it alleviates any of the briefly there apprehension in his mind over having mentioned it.
It gives him the ability to meet his lover’s gaze without hesitation, without the guard that was the most common addition to the butcher’s day to day. He thinks the last time he was like this wholly sober had been that time he’d confessed a bit too much at the Sparkbird’s Nest and inadvertently pushed Danta away. Now, though, he doesn’t worry about it – not as his free arm shifts to wrap around his shoulder as his other seeks out the pills. “Feeling territorial, darling?” He asks as they part from the kiss, his now clean lips quirking into a smirk.
Allowing the arrogance to make an appearance again to hear that he’s very good, the butcher hums a note of agreement as he gives him the room to snag the pitcher and a glass. He busies himself with the pain pills, pulling out a dose for each of them. “Shall we match our outfits to further sell the point?” He asks with a smirk, handing Danta his dosage before he waits for him to take his sip and hand the glass over – his tail sweeping contently over the furs.
It gives him the ability to meet his lover’s gaze without hesitation, without the guard that was the most common addition to the butcher’s day to day. He thinks the last time he was like this wholly sober had been that time he’d confessed a bit too much at the Sparkbird’s Nest and inadvertently pushed Danta away. Now, though, he doesn’t worry about it – not as his free arm shifts to wrap around his shoulder as his other seeks out the pills. “Feeling territorial, darling?” He asks as they part from the kiss, his now clean lips quirking into a smirk.
Allowing the arrogance to make an appearance again to hear that he’s very good, the butcher hums a note of agreement as he gives him the room to snag the pitcher and a glass. He busies himself with the pain pills, pulling out a dose for each of them. “Shall we match our outfits to further sell the point?” He asks with a smirk, handing Danta his dosage before he waits for him to take his sip and hand the glass over – his tail sweeping contently over the furs.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
