/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
He can’t help the goosebumps that rise along his skin as Danta’s fingers thread through his ink black hair. With the glamour in place, the spaces of his skull often hidden away and untouched for horns are particularly sensitive and the butcher is acutely aware of the stark yet wonderful sensation to feel his fiancé’s warm fi mere brush along the tender parts of his scalp. “Mm, we did try to keep everything interesting, didn’t we?” He muses, because it was never dull even before they’d taken to one another like they have.
He settles in to describe all the ways one could tell that a wine is expensive, drawling through all of the points to focus on and watching through warm eyes as Danta’s glass is lifted and swirled, feeling far better now than he had earlier. The crisis hadn’t sunk its fingers in quite yet and for that the butcher was grateful. “There are many things that are rich and linger in the mouth when it comes to you, my love.” He purrs, ensuring their wine glasses aren’t in the way as he surges up to press a kiss to Danta’s shoulder, then to the soft space over a toothy scar he’d left forever ago.
He sinks back down in time for Danta’s head to rest against his own, the mention of harmony sounding particularly apt for the evening. And he truly takes the words from the butcher’s lips as he settles in to take a sip of the expensive wine, letting the alcohol swell through him. “Certainly, darling. We are two sides of the same coin, no?”
He settles in to describe all the ways one could tell that a wine is expensive, drawling through all of the points to focus on and watching through warm eyes as Danta’s glass is lifted and swirled, feeling far better now than he had earlier. The crisis hadn’t sunk its fingers in quite yet and for that the butcher was grateful. “There are many things that are rich and linger in the mouth when it comes to you, my love.” He purrs, ensuring their wine glasses aren’t in the way as he surges up to press a kiss to Danta’s shoulder, then to the soft space over a toothy scar he’d left forever ago.
He sinks back down in time for Danta’s head to rest against his own, the mention of harmony sounding particularly apt for the evening. And he truly takes the words from the butcher’s lips as he settles in to take a sip of the expensive wine, letting the alcohol swell through him. “Certainly, darling. We are two sides of the same coin, no?”
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
