so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
He is not down in the belly of the Dusklight when Danta comes charging back in – working on a little project in his downtime that’s kept him away from the majority of the crowds but still easy to reach. As such, while Danta descends into the Backrooms, the blood doesn’t become a secret, nor does the mood. Notified shortly after, the butcher sets his tools down immediately, snuffs out the pipe that’s enclosed him in a scent of spiced tobacco, and stalks through the halls with enough wariness that it keeps everyone at bay too.
The closer to Danta’s office, the brighter the scent of blood becomes. It stresses him out immensely, though he swallows it down and snuffs all portions of his haunt so the smiling shadow vanishes easily as he doesn’t even knock on the Maverick’s door. He opens it, ducks inside, spies the vodka but his main focus is on the wet fabric of his lover’s shoulder. “Danta, darling? What happened?” He asks, slipping inside and closing the door with a quiet click, looking back to his lover to hear the answer and get a better inspection of what’s occurred.
It’s with a surprisingly even facial expression that he takes him in, but internally the new dragon shift in his chest stirs with possessiveness. Paired with the dark heart of the butcher, the determination becomes gods help the offender if Danta’d been attacked. They’ll need it when the butcher’s done.
The closer to Danta’s office, the brighter the scent of blood becomes. It stresses him out immensely, though he swallows it down and snuffs all portions of his haunt so the smiling shadow vanishes easily as he doesn’t even knock on the Maverick’s door. He opens it, ducks inside, spies the vodka but his main focus is on the wet fabric of his lover’s shoulder. “Danta, darling? What happened?” He asks, slipping inside and closing the door with a quiet click, looking back to his lover to hear the answer and get a better inspection of what’s occurred.
It’s with a surprisingly even facial expression that he takes him in, but internally the new dragon shift in his chest stirs with possessiveness. Paired with the dark heart of the butcher, the determination becomes gods help the offender if Danta’d been attacked. They’ll need it when the butcher’s done.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
