// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
“There have been many hills before, but none quite like this.” The butcher confirms with all the seriousness of their playful argument. And it takes everything in him to not laugh as he gets himself more comfortable – ensuring that the tea and smores are mostly out of the way as he lets all the sweetness settle into his stomach before attempting to roast more. Which only allows for him to put each and every ounce of his attention on his fiance.
The requirements, however, when they start getting listed out – have him hanging onto each one like he’s mentally checking them off. His tail still lingers in the fire, twitching with the first requirement, before it becomes a slight fan at the mention of the teeth – grinning up at his lover like he’s nailed two out of the three so far, and truly how hard could it be to nail the last one.
His dark brows lift with the last requirement, before his nose wrinkles and he laughs a warm sound that vibrates against Danta’s stomach as his head tilts down to rest against the smooth skin there. “I think I have nailed every one of those.” He hums confidently, his tail all but wagging in the flame. “Dare I say you may have some competition if I do ever become a lava wyrm, Wasp.” Tilting his head back up to look at his lover, he winks at him and shoots him the brightest grin before he drops down completely to litter his fiance’s stomach with kiss after kiss.
The requirements, however, when they start getting listed out – have him hanging onto each one like he’s mentally checking them off. His tail still lingers in the fire, twitching with the first requirement, before it becomes a slight fan at the mention of the teeth – grinning up at his lover like he’s nailed two out of the three so far, and truly how hard could it be to nail the last one.
His dark brows lift with the last requirement, before his nose wrinkles and he laughs a warm sound that vibrates against Danta’s stomach as his head tilts down to rest against the smooth skin there. “I think I have nailed every one of those.” He hums confidently, his tail all but wagging in the flame. “Dare I say you may have some competition if I do ever become a lava wyrm, Wasp.” Tilting his head back up to look at his lover, he winks at him and shoots him the brightest grin before he drops down completely to litter his fiance’s stomach with kiss after kiss.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
