// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
“You know me so well.” The butcher hums as he hoists Danta up to his chest, cradling him close and using his tail to snag the cart that harbors the vast majority of things they’ll need. It isn’t too hard to juggle it all, least of all Danta when he’s comfortable – at times as easy as a stuffed animal, while others tended to be more like trying to get a cat to take a bath. “Of course I am. It has the goal of indulging us in all the warmth of Torchline without leaving our room.” He grins, the sensation likely felt against Danta’s temple as he starts to set him down.
Parting, very much reluctantly while he gets the kettle ready, he sets it in the flame with a warm laugh as he feels his fiance’s eyes on him. “Mm, is it?” He asks, perhaps taunting his lover a smidge longer as his scarlet tail wags at just the tip, enough that he can add a little flare of his peter pan in the shadow his tail casts to lightly nudge the graham cracker container over toward Danta before he turns back around and smirks.
“Now, my darling fiancé, would you like the honors of impaling the marshmallows?” He shoots the other Ancient a playful grin as the flame crackles as a background hum, glinting the variety of fire pokers that hardly ever get used when they could just readjust whatever log with their hands - impervious as they are to the flame.
Parting, very much reluctantly while he gets the kettle ready, he sets it in the flame with a warm laugh as he feels his fiance’s eyes on him. “Mm, is it?” He asks, perhaps taunting his lover a smidge longer as his scarlet tail wags at just the tip, enough that he can add a little flare of his peter pan in the shadow his tail casts to lightly nudge the graham cracker container over toward Danta before he turns back around and smirks.
“Now, my darling fiancé, would you like the honors of impaling the marshmallows?” He shoots the other Ancient a playful grin as the flame crackles as a background hum, glinting the variety of fire pokers that hardly ever get used when they could just readjust whatever log with their hands - impervious as they are to the flame.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
