Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Even if Danta tells him it’s the best bite in the world, the butcher knows him well enough to tell he’s lying. So he hums contently, accepting the answer for what it was when he knows that the raw venison would be sating hopefully until the next day. Drawing his shadows into himself and focusing on his own meal, the carves up the rabbit with knife and fingers alike, drawn silent as they eat with the shadows withdrawn to pool around him and keep from extending anywhere near his lover.
Danta’s quick in it, though, and the butcher glances over as he tears flesh from bone with his sharp teeth to see the shiny spark of his horns and the vibration of the other Ancient’s tail beneath the table, restless as is likely the rest of him. His gaze drops down to the bandage on his shoulder, ensuring it hasn’t reopened to bleed through in the subtle vibration of the Maverick’s body, and only when he’s satisfied the butcher sits back to spear a piece of roasted sweet potato on the sharp edge of one of the rabbit bones to plop it in his mouth.
“How was it, darling?” He asks once he’s swallowed down the bite, the shard of bone sticking out from his lips like a toothpick.
Danta’s quick in it, though, and the butcher glances over as he tears flesh from bone with his sharp teeth to see the shiny spark of his horns and the vibration of the other Ancient’s tail beneath the table, restless as is likely the rest of him. His gaze drops down to the bandage on his shoulder, ensuring it hasn’t reopened to bleed through in the subtle vibration of the Maverick’s body, and only when he’s satisfied the butcher sits back to spear a piece of roasted sweet potato on the sharp edge of one of the rabbit bones to plop it in his mouth.
“How was it, darling?” He asks once he’s swallowed down the bite, the shard of bone sticking out from his lips like a toothpick.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
