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
The reminder is met with a blink of understanding and a touch of amusement, snorting softly to hear it even if the result is solely to spoil the other Ancient. “You know how I love to spoil, my love.” He hums, settling in to tell him what the plans were. The details he keeps close to his chest, as he typically did, but with enough context he knows that the Maverick would come more than prepared – just as he always tended to when they made plans like this.
And how for the rest of forever (at least it would feel like it) that the butcher would be finding hidden knives all over Danta’s person. “Good. As am I.” Selfishly getting to participate and unleash in a way that he hasn’t in some time, even with the reminder of the boundaries the Maverick had set. There hadn’t been enough unsuspecting people out and about, unfortunately for the cannibal, but now there’s one primed and ready for an escape attempt that he knows will not end the way the prisoner wishes it would.
That isn’t his problem, however. So when he hears Danta’s gratitude, he tilts his head into the hand that cups his bearded cheek, blinking slowly as he feels the gentle stroke of his thumb. “You are very welcome.” He pauses, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips to hear the sincerity in the jest. “I will do my best to be good next season. For the both of us.” Even if this season he’d felt far more feral than he had in seasons, he’d gone a little too hard.
Shifting slightly, he twists toward Danta to swoop his free hand now under the legs draped across his lap. "Shall we return to bed, darling?" He asks, leaning forward to nuzzle obnoxiously into his lover's space.
And how for the rest of forever (at least it would feel like it) that the butcher would be finding hidden knives all over Danta’s person. “Good. As am I.” Selfishly getting to participate and unleash in a way that he hasn’t in some time, even with the reminder of the boundaries the Maverick had set. There hadn’t been enough unsuspecting people out and about, unfortunately for the cannibal, but now there’s one primed and ready for an escape attempt that he knows will not end the way the prisoner wishes it would.
That isn’t his problem, however. So when he hears Danta’s gratitude, he tilts his head into the hand that cups his bearded cheek, blinking slowly as he feels the gentle stroke of his thumb. “You are very welcome.” He pauses, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips to hear the sincerity in the jest. “I will do my best to be good next season. For the both of us.” Even if this season he’d felt far more feral than he had in seasons, he’d gone a little too hard.
Shifting slightly, he twists toward Danta to swoop his free hand now under the legs draped across his lap. "Shall we return to bed, darling?" He asks, leaning forward to nuzzle obnoxiously into his lover's space.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
