// don't you fight my hold on you //
He’d known it was a devilishly good plan the second he set his sights onto it, and when Danta’s little smile tugs at his lips, it only solidifies it in his mind. It’s a sensation he presses into the kiss, withdrawing before he gets carried away, parting to let him answer what he thinks about the gift when it’s horribly interrupted by one of the least favorite things the butcher’s dealt with this season.
Turning to look at it, his tail flicks in annoyance, raising a dark brow as he takes in the mud-man and its sagging goal eyes. It looks sad, but after the events of the Greatwood and their mud monsters, the butcher doesn’t take much in terms of chances. His hands wreathe in flame and he glances over at Danta, willing to let him strike first. “Shall we put it out of its misery?” He asks, inclining his head toward Danta.
Letting Danta take the first strike, the butcher sweeps in behind him with fire licking at his hands and fingertips, swelling around him with eagerness to burn the mud monster into nothing but hardened dirt so that they can hopefully crumble it to its demise so that they can get on with the real fun of the day.
Turning to look at it, his tail flicks in annoyance, raising a dark brow as he takes in the mud-man and its sagging goal eyes. It looks sad, but after the events of the Greatwood and their mud monsters, the butcher doesn’t take much in terms of chances. His hands wreathe in flame and he glances over at Danta, willing to let him strike first. “Shall we put it out of its misery?” He asks, inclining his head toward Danta.
Letting Danta take the first strike, the butcher sweeps in behind him with fire licking at his hands and fingertips, swelling around him with eagerness to burn the mud monster into nothing but hardened dirt so that they can hopefully crumble it to its demise so that they can get on with the real fun of the day.
Astaroth
// pour the gasoline, strike your match on me //
