// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
Warmth leaks into his hair immediately from the hot sun of Longheat as they break away from the coverage of foliage that the Oerwoud had to offer. The bag shuffles a little on his shoulder as he glances down to see the smile growing on Danta’s face. He offers one back, shoulders sagging a touch as he withdraws from the kiss and feels the twitch of his fiance’s fingers against his hip. “You can be honest, it is because I am turning to stone.” The butcher drawls with amusement, an almost nasally whine slipping from his nose.
The act drops quickly, though, because he’s already imagining the comforts of their room – their blankets, the scent of smoke and citrus that seems inherent to their spaces, the familiarity of his bone chimes that move each time Moira flies in from the window. “I think, perhaps, I shall be making it up to you, darling.” He says as their direction starts to drift toward the outpost they’ve just spotted. He nods to answer his question, hazarding a glance back at his arm that’s slowly started to darken, trailing down to his wrist preventing him from being able to bend it. Dark finger stretches of stone reach out for the palm of his hand. “I think perhaps my fyrhund is cursed?”
He releases the Maverick for him to peruse through the boxes behind the outpost to hopefully find some fountain water.
The act drops quickly, though, because he’s already imagining the comforts of their room – their blankets, the scent of smoke and citrus that seems inherent to their spaces, the familiarity of his bone chimes that move each time Moira flies in from the window. “I think, perhaps, I shall be making it up to you, darling.” He says as their direction starts to drift toward the outpost they’ve just spotted. He nods to answer his question, hazarding a glance back at his arm that’s slowly started to darken, trailing down to his wrist preventing him from being able to bend it. Dark finger stretches of stone reach out for the palm of his hand. “I think perhaps my fyrhund is cursed?”
He releases the Maverick for him to peruse through the boxes behind the outpost to hopefully find some fountain water.
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
