run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
As the relief floods through the Maverick, the butcher relaxes with it too. The kiss is pressed and prolonged until Danta’s ready to part and he happily drowns himself in the taste of ash and wine and sage. It helps bolster that cockiness and arrogance when he purrs his announcement – that the plan is a birthday gift, even if the Maverick had just indulged in his trip to King’s End. And while he’s not in a position to flare up protectively about said trip to the Flood’s House of Midnight, the butcher’s smile twists a touch sharper.
“You are allowed to have multiple birthday gifts.” He informs him in case he’s forgotten, nuzzling in to feel the kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth, waiting with a held breath to see if he does want him to indulge him – and just as expected, the butcher knows he can keep some portions of the birthday a secret, but at least he would have a moment where he could be completely surprised. “I am taking you on a hunt.” He purrs, his tail sweeping forward to wrap around the Maverick’s legs, tucking him a little tighter against his lap as the fire flicks out from the fireplace to kiss their cheeks. “It was my original plan, but alas I had to wait for the timing to be just right.” Which, if Danta puts two and two together as he usually does, he’d note that I was a combination of the butcher’s healing and the fact that they did have a unique prisoner within the jails (one that was not simply jailed for a petty crime).
"What do you think?" He asks, tilting his head slightly as his smile softens, peering down at him with dark eyes that flood with the heat of the fire into molten honey, half lidded with his confidence that it'll be a great birthday gift. An even better one, too, because he gets to be a part of it.
“You are allowed to have multiple birthday gifts.” He informs him in case he’s forgotten, nuzzling in to feel the kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth, waiting with a held breath to see if he does want him to indulge him – and just as expected, the butcher knows he can keep some portions of the birthday a secret, but at least he would have a moment where he could be completely surprised. “I am taking you on a hunt.” He purrs, his tail sweeping forward to wrap around the Maverick’s legs, tucking him a little tighter against his lap as the fire flicks out from the fireplace to kiss their cheeks. “It was my original plan, but alas I had to wait for the timing to be just right.” Which, if Danta puts two and two together as he usually does, he’d note that I was a combination of the butcher’s healing and the fact that they did have a unique prisoner within the jails (one that was not simply jailed for a petty crime).
"What do you think?" He asks, tilting his head slightly as his smile softens, peering down at him with dark eyes that flood with the heat of the fire into molten honey, half lidded with his confidence that it'll be a great birthday gift. An even better one, too, because he gets to be a part of it.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
