// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
The dragon does make the trek back home shorter than it would have been on four feet. And it only reinvigorates the desire that the butcher has to wrap himself around Danta and not leave – thoroughly exhausted by the trip and how much it had exerted from him. But he wants to sequester himself away in the colorful tent, bully his way into not letting Danta part from him, but he has to get there first.
He lands heavily, as is expected for the block of cement that flies through the air, but it’s a much more graceful landing so far than he’s had in the past – heavy or not – and as the butcher gets closer to the tent, he shifts into himself, trudging over the sandy ground with his horns shimmering the bright rainbow hues of fire obsidian as he turns back toward Danta. Dark pants are worn, not unusual for him, but the unusual indicator is the sheer dark shirt he wears – leaving the shadow of each scar spidering along his torso and his spine as he shoots his shark-toothed grin over toward his fiancé. “Gods how I have missed this.” He says, arms flaring out from his sides to gesture toward the tent they’re walking back toward, pausing in his steps for Danta to catch up to him so he can wrap his arms around him and walk them back together. “Gods how I have missed you.” Like this, obviously.
He lands heavily, as is expected for the block of cement that flies through the air, but it’s a much more graceful landing so far than he’s had in the past – heavy or not – and as the butcher gets closer to the tent, he shifts into himself, trudging over the sandy ground with his horns shimmering the bright rainbow hues of fire obsidian as he turns back toward Danta. Dark pants are worn, not unusual for him, but the unusual indicator is the sheer dark shirt he wears – leaving the shadow of each scar spidering along his torso and his spine as he shoots his shark-toothed grin over toward his fiancé. “Gods how I have missed this.” He says, arms flaring out from his sides to gesture toward the tent they’re walking back toward, pausing in his steps for Danta to catch up to him so he can wrap his arms around him and walk them back together. “Gods how I have missed you.” Like this, obviously.
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
