// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
Dark eyes take in the Maverick’s dragon shift, each scale glinting and reflecting the fire that’s caught on the stray dry branches and leaves in the aftermath of the cockatrice fight, the butcher drops down in front of the dragon to slip the body of the charred cockatrice into a bag that he ties off and before he has a chance to rise and sling it over his shoulder, his wrist is taken – dark eyes dropping down to the red angry line where he’d utilized his bloodbane to the spiderwebbing cracks of stone that threaten to petrify him.
It’s with a too confident smile that he drops the edge of the bag in his other hand to reach up and brush his fingers along his lover’s arm. “I too would love to not do this again.” He agrees belatedly, if only to spare his lover the details he knows he’s waiting for. “As for this, well, it must have pecked me when it got close.” His nose wrinkles before he vanishes the way his face always betrays him to look up at Danta with a soft smile and confidence that probably shouldn’t be there.
“It has a petrifying peck, but it works slowly enough. I should be fine until we can get somewhere there is a doctor, I just.. might have a gargoyle arm.” Tail flicking idly, the butcher stands to drag the hand away from his lover’s arm to brush it along his smoke smudged cheek and claim a soft kiss of gratitude. “Thank you for your help, my Wasp.” He breathes softly but loud enough for Danta to hear over the crackle of the flames that continue to creep closer.
It’s with a too confident smile that he drops the edge of the bag in his other hand to reach up and brush his fingers along his lover’s arm. “I too would love to not do this again.” He agrees belatedly, if only to spare his lover the details he knows he’s waiting for. “As for this, well, it must have pecked me when it got close.” His nose wrinkles before he vanishes the way his face always betrays him to look up at Danta with a soft smile and confidence that probably shouldn’t be there.
“It has a petrifying peck, but it works slowly enough. I should be fine until we can get somewhere there is a doctor, I just.. might have a gargoyle arm.” Tail flicking idly, the butcher stands to drag the hand away from his lover’s arm to brush it along his smoke smudged cheek and claim a soft kiss of gratitude. “Thank you for your help, my Wasp.” He breathes softly but loud enough for Danta to hear over the crackle of the flames that continue to creep closer.
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
