// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Ever indulgent and attentive, the butcher’s hands continue to draw little designs in the Theocrat’s back, dragged over raised scar tissue and the bump and hollows of bone, even if they grow a touch distracted by the sensation of Danta’s fingers in his hair. He can’t help but to tilt his head ever so slightly into it, not needing to do it much given that the other Ancient knows exactly where to press his fingers into.
“Mm, I can contest to that.” The butcher says with a warm and gentle laugh. He’d woken up before the Maverick, after all, and had the opportunity to witness him in his limp state. “It is nice to be home.” Vacation was great, obviously, even better than the previous ones if he’s being honest, but there was nothing quite like waking up in their den, warm and content where everything they could possibly need was essentially within an arms reach.
As for how he is? Danta will feel the tug of the smile on his face, the huff of a warm breath against his cheek. “Oh, just like the dead as well. At least until the sun decided to rise right before my eyes." The dramatic drawl edges in a soft whine, lamenting the idea of its audacity and precisely the reason he’d blocked it out for Danta when it tried to do the same for him.
“Mm, I can contest to that.” The butcher says with a warm and gentle laugh. He’d woken up before the Maverick, after all, and had the opportunity to witness him in his limp state. “It is nice to be home.” Vacation was great, obviously, even better than the previous ones if he’s being honest, but there was nothing quite like waking up in their den, warm and content where everything they could possibly need was essentially within an arms reach.
As for how he is? Danta will feel the tug of the smile on his face, the huff of a warm breath against his cheek. “Oh, just like the dead as well. At least until the sun decided to rise right before my eyes." The dramatic drawl edges in a soft whine, lamenting the idea of its audacity and precisely the reason he’d blocked it out for Danta when it tried to do the same for him.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
