i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
In hindsight, the hug is bruising and crushing and it burns in a way that the butcher hasn’t burned since his days before becoming Ancient. And despite how long it’s been since then, it’s a familiar ache as he holds his lover close – as his heartbeat thrums along steadily beneath the scar tissue that the other man presses against to listen for it.
He lets it process, enough that the butcher hears the laughter bubble up from his lover’s throat – infectious and perhaps an indicator that his emotions are still horribly strung out, but the butcher can’t help the way his own laugh rumbles out of him. It starts as a chuckle, warm and soft and full of his own kind of relief. “Yes. Here…” He reluctantly parts from the Maverick to stiffly tug him along toward where his butcher’s pack is rolled up, unrolling it with his good hand to flip one of the leather flaps.
Producing one of the feathers that would absolutely bring life back to one who’s gone, he shows it to Danta before tucking it back in for safe keeping – so he at least knows where it is. “I found it on a hunt. I did not know what it was at first, but it seemed… special enough to procure.” So he’d snatched it along with the poor man’s skull who’d owned it before who wasn’t coming back for round two at life.
He lets it process, enough that the butcher hears the laughter bubble up from his lover’s throat – infectious and perhaps an indicator that his emotions are still horribly strung out, but the butcher can’t help the way his own laugh rumbles out of him. It starts as a chuckle, warm and soft and full of his own kind of relief. “Yes. Here…” He reluctantly parts from the Maverick to stiffly tug him along toward where his butcher’s pack is rolled up, unrolling it with his good hand to flip one of the leather flaps.
Producing one of the feathers that would absolutely bring life back to one who’s gone, he shows it to Danta before tucking it back in for safe keeping – so he at least knows where it is. “I found it on a hunt. I did not know what it was at first, but it seemed… special enough to procure.” So he’d snatched it along with the poor man’s skull who’d owned it before who wasn’t coming back for round two at life.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
