don't need love when it comes in a bottle

run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine

“Ah, I see.” The butcher hums with a soft little laugh that’s breathier than it is a true laugh, lest he jostle Danta where he’s settled in against his torso. Amusement lingers in the smile lines of his face, settling in easier when the lack of diamond horns become a threat. He adjusts slightly to make room against his neck for the Maverick’s nuzzle. There is plenty of good if they looked hard enough and it gives him a few moments of quiet as he indulges in the featherlight touch against silvered scar tissue as he thinks further on it.

Perking up as the hand at Danta’s neck lowers along his sides, the butcher hums a thoughtful sound. “I had completely forgot about that.” He can’t hide the grin that he’s sure Danta can feel as well as see, a huff of a laugh leaving him. “Yes. We should reach out to her.” Involve her in the good memories of the Dusklight again. But when Danta mentions to spend time being themselves, he can’t help but to pull away a touch to peer down at his lover with an amused grin and glint to his gaze. “Being ourselves? My, you have started to settle, mm?” He arches a brow as his grin takes on something akin to roguish charm, a cheshire’s grin aimed at the Maverick as he takes it to heart and unleashes a touch of more normality of his own as opposed to the quiet apologies of before.

Astaroth

run, baby, run, run for your life