// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
“Of course.” The butcher hums softly, inspecting the ring and realizing that it would be next to impossible for the ring to sit in an origami flower and have it sit right. The box itself is very nicely made, though, and it harbors the ring perfectly before he’s pulling it out of it to slip it on and inspect it shortly after feeling the divot left behind in his fiance’s horn.
The silence overcomes them, warmth pooling through the butcher’s body and mind, slowing all of his thoughts into a static fuzz before they start to clear and he looks up to see his lover’s face, complete with a small dumb smile gracing his own after the kiss to his forehead. “I do. I love it.” He confirms, in case Danta was worried he didn’t. “And you seem to still think you are not the romantic one.” Comes the quiet humor as he glances back down to the ring to ensure it sits just right on his finger, before he’s looking back up at Danta and reaching up with both hands.
They plunge into the blonde strands, palms cupping each sharp edge of his jawbone as his thumbs stroke along the hollows of his cheeks. “You are my everything.” He whispers before he claims another kiss, chaste in the way he draws back to press their foreheads together again. “How much did it hurt to get the chip out?” He probes softly.
The silence overcomes them, warmth pooling through the butcher’s body and mind, slowing all of his thoughts into a static fuzz before they start to clear and he looks up to see his lover’s face, complete with a small dumb smile gracing his own after the kiss to his forehead. “I do. I love it.” He confirms, in case Danta was worried he didn’t. “And you seem to still think you are not the romantic one.” Comes the quiet humor as he glances back down to the ring to ensure it sits just right on his finger, before he’s looking back up at Danta and reaching up with both hands.
They plunge into the blonde strands, palms cupping each sharp edge of his jawbone as his thumbs stroke along the hollows of his cheeks. “You are my everything.” He whispers before he claims another kiss, chaste in the way he draws back to press their foreheads together again. “How much did it hurt to get the chip out?” He probes softly.
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
