// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
A low laugh leaves him, warm and husky as he draws him up against his chest, effectively blanketing himself with the Maverick. “Oh, how offending.” The butcher drawls, amusement clear as he steals the kiss and drags his lips along the warm expanse of his lover’s pale skin. Feeling him relax against him, the butcher tangles his legs with his, burrowing down into the bed as Danta drags the blankets over, hands lifting to ruffle through the other Ancient’s hair.
Fingertips scratch lightly along his scalp, providing attention where Danta’s horns typically sat, before one hand drops to rub small circles and massages into the nape of his neck. “They have enough firewood now to last them, yes? And Kiada will be here to set anything straight that may go awry..” He muses softly, surging up to press a soft kiss to his forehead before dropping down again to smirk at his lover with a warm and indulgent smile. “I would say we could leave tomorrow and everything would be fine.”
Fingertips scratch lightly along his scalp, providing attention where Danta’s horns typically sat, before one hand drops to rub small circles and massages into the nape of his neck. “They have enough firewood now to last them, yes? And Kiada will be here to set anything straight that may go awry..” He muses softly, surging up to press a soft kiss to his forehead before dropping down again to smirk at his lover with a warm and indulgent smile. “I would say we could leave tomorrow and everything would be fine.”
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
