so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Oh, how sweet it would be, too.” The butcher purrs with a small half smile at the idea of the wound Danta might inflict. It’s a passing thought, one that settles somewhere in the recesses of happy vacation memories alongside the way they both devour their drinks before settling in again.
Snorting as he tugs Danta down to him in the cushions, precisely under where Danta’s previously adjusted the umbrella so that the sun might filter in and warm them both. “Good, darling.” His arm and tail wind around his lover, settling in to take the nap while the alcohol thrums comfortably through him. “Of course.” He reassures Danta as he closes his eyes, content to catch a bit of a nap before waking up and presumably adjusting the shade so that Danta doesn’t burn without having to roll him over into it.
- FIN
Snorting as he tugs Danta down to him in the cushions, precisely under where Danta’s previously adjusted the umbrella so that the sun might filter in and warm them both. “Good, darling.” His arm and tail wind around his lover, settling in to take the nap while the alcohol thrums comfortably through him. “Of course.” He reassures Danta as he closes his eyes, content to catch a bit of a nap before waking up and presumably adjusting the shade so that Danta doesn’t burn without having to roll him over into it.
- FIN
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
