// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
The low whistle is met with a bark of a laugh – a surprised one, rich and low that escapes him as he’s caught by the waist. “Shut up.” The butcher whines in all his buzzed amusement, his typical pleasantries vanishing the more inebriated he gets. “What’re you going to teach me first?” He asks, though whether it’s heard is another story as the sweater blots out most of it, leaving it a mumble.
With it off his head, however, he straightens a touch, long hair falling around his face and against his shoulders in a dark curtain, messier with the absence of horns. He’s drawn a touch closer as the Maverick’s fingers find his belt, making quick work of removing it and the butcher steps out of them easily alongside his shoes, distracted immediately with the touch that ruffles his hair. “Yeah. The colors in the sky.” He agrees, eyes closing like a cat soaking up all of the attention.
Snorting with a slight shake of his head, his gaze opens half lidded to peer back at the Maverick’s face, taking in the other man’s sharp features, washed in the warmth orange of the fire from the hearth. “Mm, well, I am pretty sure I would not be allowed to live there whether I wanted to or not.” He bounces his brows playfully, lips quirking into a mischievous smirk.
With it off his head, however, he straightens a touch, long hair falling around his face and against his shoulders in a dark curtain, messier with the absence of horns. He’s drawn a touch closer as the Maverick’s fingers find his belt, making quick work of removing it and the butcher steps out of them easily alongside his shoes, distracted immediately with the touch that ruffles his hair. “Yeah. The colors in the sky.” He agrees, eyes closing like a cat soaking up all of the attention.
Snorting with a slight shake of his head, his gaze opens half lidded to peer back at the Maverick’s face, taking in the other man’s sharp features, washed in the warmth orange of the fire from the hearth. “Mm, well, I am pretty sure I would not be allowed to live there whether I wanted to or not.” He bounces his brows playfully, lips quirking into a mischievous smirk.
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
