all the blood and the dust

// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //

“Such promises.” The butcher murmurs with a soft laugh, even when he has a plan in mind that he isn’t sure Danta will want to do – given the last time they’d dabbled in reversing their previous roles. Even still, it’s necessary. A request by their goddess and the butcher would rather Danta do it than anyone else. Before he has a chance to say anything about it, he hears the suggestion of making a habit of getting away from everyone and everything in the future like this to try and make it easier on him and it certainly resonates with the butcher. “We should. I much prefer having you all to myself.” Even if it doesn’t last forever.

As for his previous request, his lips quirk into a small and amused smile.“So.. I need you to use my cane against me.” He lets it drop softly, distracted by the kisses to the corner of his mouth, the fuss around the antlers that spill their own diffused light. “I am upgrading it and would prefer you be its handler for that specific requirement.” He admits a touch sheepishly, his hand lifting from his lover’s back to snag his hand at his horns, tugging it down to his scarlet stained lips where he presses each kiss to the back and palm and fingertips of his hand, his dark gaze scanning the other Ancient’s face to see how he takes it.

Astaroth

// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //