[SE] its denser now than ever

// don't you fight my hold on you //

“There is.” He agrees, making a mental note to absolutely indulge in the plan of a hunt again. Perhaps the next time he can up the ante by giving them someone that’s got more fight, or perhaps a dual partnership that would allow each one of them to take down their own. The options were always open, provided someone was around to indulge in their darker instincts.

Plus, it meant that the butcher was helping in more than one way. “Mm, they are.” He agrees to the prideful boast of the Maverick – always happy when Danta’s happy. And given who they are and what the majority believed their lives to be like, well, having the surprise of an actual regimented law enforcement was equally brilliant.

For now, though, he’s considering staying out here longer, shedding their clothes temporarily for the utmost fire bath, when the clap of thunder rumbles overhead and his tail whips behind him as he heaves a small laugh. “I suppose it is a good thing that we will not melt, yes?” He says instead, a streak of his brattiness pulling through as he sinks down onto Danta and wraps his blood stained hands around him, pinning him to the base of the tree with him for these thunder-lined moments of reverie.

Astaroth

// pour the gasoline, strike your match on me //