// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
“Shutting up about me being a baby when last I checked I am older than you.” The butcher drawls, equally as petulant and amused as he indulges in the hands in his hair, before they land against his shoulders and the tension works itself out of him. It helps that it’s bolstered by the fire warming his belly, the way his veins feel as though they’re open and injected with little fireworks, helping as he snorts and rolls his eyes affectionately to Danta’s answer.
He nods to the mention of the aurora, ferried closer as he is to wrap his arms around Danta’s shoulders to keep him close and indulge in the head, fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt. To hear it out in the open that there are no cannibals in Whitebrim, the butcher inclines his head, nodding. “That’s correct, yes.” He hums, even as the realization sinks somewhere strange in the butcher’s gut thanks to the two shots of Halovian whiskey.
His dark brows lift, playfully impressed as Danta works ways around how the butcher could live in Whitebrim, and he politely waits until he’s done before his arms tighten around him a fraction and he leans in, pressing his forehead to the other Ancient’s own. “It implies that you would let me live there, Wasp.” The butcher playfully drawls, snatching a too short kiss. “Which, if it meant not having you there, I would not want it. Regardless of whether or not cannibals are allowed in Halo.” His lips brush against his fiance’s own before he withdraws slightly to give him a knowing look. “Besides, I may get nostalgic at times, but my home is you. I am only ever homesick when we are apart.”
He nods to the mention of the aurora, ferried closer as he is to wrap his arms around Danta’s shoulders to keep him close and indulge in the head, fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt. To hear it out in the open that there are no cannibals in Whitebrim, the butcher inclines his head, nodding. “That’s correct, yes.” He hums, even as the realization sinks somewhere strange in the butcher’s gut thanks to the two shots of Halovian whiskey.
His dark brows lift, playfully impressed as Danta works ways around how the butcher could live in Whitebrim, and he politely waits until he’s done before his arms tighten around him a fraction and he leans in, pressing his forehead to the other Ancient’s own. “It implies that you would let me live there, Wasp.” The butcher playfully drawls, snatching a too short kiss. “Which, if it meant not having you there, I would not want it. Regardless of whether or not cannibals are allowed in Halo.” His lips brush against his fiance’s own before he withdraws slightly to give him a knowing look. “Besides, I may get nostalgic at times, but my home is you. I am only ever homesick when we are apart.”
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
