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
“Mhm.” The butcher agrees with a soft little laugh and nods. Their pasts had been one wrought in many lessons. He doesn’t think that Kaisel’s had such events. So, it makes sense that he’d weigh things far differently than Asta and Danta. However, he is content to let those thoughts drift away – not at all in the mindset of letting Kaisel ruin the day. Besides, all it would take is a sneak peek of his haunt to get Kaisel cowering again.
Settling in for the kiss, gently, the butcher hums a breath. “I am the happiest man, do not fret.” He confirms with the easy purr of his warm voice, the hug they indulge in briefly as he slips the cigarettes out while Danta peels the sleeveless shirt away and reveals the bulk of the damage. His arm isn’t as bad as his back and the butcher winces a touch at the sight of it – thankful for the positioning so Danta can’t see his face as it crunches up a little.
He starts with his arm, though, the cigarette hanging from his lips as smoke puffs up, bandaging the already clean portion of his arm. “What?” The butcher says with a smoky laugh. “What is wrong with your nails?” He asks, clearly not understanding what that kind of comment is aside from kicking a man when he was down.
He withdraws slightly to get a better view of his lover’s back. Conjuring some flame to burn away the blood that seeps from his shoulder, the butcher cleans it up with the vodka rag and gets to work placing the bandages into place there too once he’s sure the blood has slowed. “Perhaps I should spar him with my cane and see how he likes sharp bladed things, what do you think, darling?” He drawls, withdrawing to look at Danta with a wink and a smug, dark smirk.
Settling in for the kiss, gently, the butcher hums a breath. “I am the happiest man, do not fret.” He confirms with the easy purr of his warm voice, the hug they indulge in briefly as he slips the cigarettes out while Danta peels the sleeveless shirt away and reveals the bulk of the damage. His arm isn’t as bad as his back and the butcher winces a touch at the sight of it – thankful for the positioning so Danta can’t see his face as it crunches up a little.
He starts with his arm, though, the cigarette hanging from his lips as smoke puffs up, bandaging the already clean portion of his arm. “What?” The butcher says with a smoky laugh. “What is wrong with your nails?” He asks, clearly not understanding what that kind of comment is aside from kicking a man when he was down.
He withdraws slightly to get a better view of his lover’s back. Conjuring some flame to burn away the blood that seeps from his shoulder, the butcher cleans it up with the vodka rag and gets to work placing the bandages into place there too once he’s sure the blood has slowed. “Perhaps I should spar him with my cane and see how he likes sharp bladed things, what do you think, darling?” He drawls, withdrawing to look at Danta with a wink and a smug, dark smirk.
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
