// no one wants a half remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife //
The mumble in the crook of his neck is all he really needs – keeping him close and trying to offer assurance where he can while he feels the nod against his skin. His hands smooth through blonde strands and don’t fight when the furs are snagged. If anything, the butcher helps them along before they’re effectively cocooned in the blankets of their makeshift nest in the den. “I always have you, darling.” He purrs as he continues to pepper those kisses in his hair.
The affectionate complaint is met with a huff of a laugh before the butcher’s finally starting to relax, nestling into the blanket that’s a makeshift pillow at this point, propped up above Danta’s head. “I know I am.” He smirks, agreeing quietly that the deep conversations should be over with as exhaustion settles in his bones just as much as he’s sure it’s weighing in Danta’s. "Sleep, love."
- FIN
The affectionate complaint is met with a huff of a laugh before the butcher’s finally starting to relax, nestling into the blanket that’s a makeshift pillow at this point, propped up above Danta’s head. “I know I am.” He smirks, agreeing quietly that the deep conversations should be over with as exhaustion settles in his bones just as much as he’s sure it’s weighing in Danta’s. "Sleep, love."
- FIN
Astaroth
// and how it ruined you. Name the organs it kissed //
