[SE] i'm a jester and i'm yours

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

“I am not sorry in the slightest.” The butcher hums with full confidence that he’d gladly take however many reasons the Maverick might give him to tack onto his Anti-Kaisel mental board. For now, though, he’s much more content to have Danta healthy and happy (and not spun up about the shit a child would say).

It helps him lean more into the space Danta creates for him, his tail slipping around to wrap around his ankle and keep him tugged close. “See? The perfect vacation.” He muses in a whisper pressed into the golden crown of his lover’s hair, quite pleased with the outcome regardless. As for finding him quickly, the butcher nods slowly at first, before he’s nuzzling his nose into the golden crown, deftly evading the diamond horns. “It was not hard to find you with the trail you left.” He admits, the smile evident in his voice and the feeling that blooms. “And I would have caused a scene had anyone tried to stop me.” He reassures him – because absolutely nothing would get between him and Danta when there was blood in the air.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine