// there's a reason that they hate me, a reason that they need me //
“I beg to differ.” The butcher hums, also going down the line of multiple things that were incredibly romantic and thoughtful when it came to himself. For the time being, however, none of those come to mind quite like this one, and he’s grateful for the soft breeze that sneaks in to cool the flush still darkening his skin.
Snatching the kiss and withdrawing, the butcher tries to imagine what it might have been like for Danta to keep still for it – knowing that it likely hurt a great deal to cut a chunk out of it if the way his horns felt by getting knocked into something equally hard was any indicator. But to hear that it doesn’t hurt anymore has him relieved, withdrawing enough and keeping one hand plunged into the golden strands, the butcher seeks out Danta’s hand with his ring on in it, interlacing their fingers so both can be visible between them, and what a perfect match it makes.
Upon the fairer yet still tanned skin of the Maverick’s hand sits the darkened fire obsidian ring, mirroring the butcher’s horns yet keeping them entirely intact, to the white gold and glittering diamond resting upon the darker, olive tanned tone of the Ancient’s skin. “I’m glad, darling.” He says after a few more heartbeats, before another warm laugh escapes him. “I understand now why you paused when I asked you. It has been a while since I have been that speechless.”
Snatching the kiss and withdrawing, the butcher tries to imagine what it might have been like for Danta to keep still for it – knowing that it likely hurt a great deal to cut a chunk out of it if the way his horns felt by getting knocked into something equally hard was any indicator. But to hear that it doesn’t hurt anymore has him relieved, withdrawing enough and keeping one hand plunged into the golden strands, the butcher seeks out Danta’s hand with his ring on in it, interlacing their fingers so both can be visible between them, and what a perfect match it makes.
Upon the fairer yet still tanned skin of the Maverick’s hand sits the darkened fire obsidian ring, mirroring the butcher’s horns yet keeping them entirely intact, to the white gold and glittering diamond resting upon the darker, olive tanned tone of the Ancient’s skin. “I’m glad, darling.” He says after a few more heartbeats, before another warm laugh escapes him. “I understand now why you paused when I asked you. It has been a while since I have been that speechless.”
Astaroth
// there's a reason to enslave me and a reason to defeat me //
