southern comfort's comforting, isn't it?

/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain

It isn’t a rare thing for Danta’s silver tongue to charm him back, but it’s rarer when he’s in this odd mixture of a mental state to actually hear it, to let the flattery truly heat his cheeks in flares of pink that isn’t entirely from the fact he’s still not sober. “It is good to know you have not tired of me yet.” The butcher teases as he slips into the space created at Danta’s side.

He doesn’t usually choose this position, preferring to be in Danta’s place more often than not. But tonight had been a lot of trying things, emotionally, physically, that he can’t help but to become softer – the predator showing his belly in the face of the only true safe space he’s sure he has. His glamour is still up so he doesn’t impale Danta with how he nuzzles his head into the space at his shoulder, taking a sip while the Maverick inspects it. “Mm, well, it is a wine whose notes do not fight one another for priority. You can taste each depth and flavor that intertwines and accentuates one another. Rich, and lingering in the mouth with no artificiality.” He hums, wondering if he’s explained it well, swirling it in his glass. “It is harmony.” He decides, tilting his head to look up at Danta with a sharp smile.

Astaroth

and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///