// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
A low and warm laugh leaves the butcher to hear Danta’s possible tradition idea, and despite the fact his head is buried in against his neck, he’s sure he’ll be able to feel the stretch of the grin that blooms on his face. “Is it still considered a LongNight tradition if that is something that we do throughout the year?” He poses, fingers still dancing and drawing those gentle motions along the nape of his neck and between his shoulder blades, across every inch of skin he has within arm’s reach.
He hums an agreement to the idea that Kiada and Fox would likely appreciate the bonfires of Torchline and the general party-vibe, even if they would have to miss out next year for it. He does hope to hear something about it when they come back. For now, though, he’s content to nestle into the pillows, feel the gentle press of the kiss to his neck. “It does.” He agrees about being inside while hell raged outside that made it that much better to enjoy it from the confines fo comfort.
He does, however, perk back up with the reminder to tell him of the deal, and he meets Danta’s beautiful blue gaze with a small twitch of a conspirator’s smile. “It is nothing intense or difficult. He asked for information in exchange for a coat like yours.” He nods his bearded chin toward the coat hook, barely viewable between the drapes of their den to the burgundy wool and velvet jacket where it’s hung up, before he’s peering back at his fiancé with that same sharp smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “Now, do you still intend on perishing?”
He hums an agreement to the idea that Kiada and Fox would likely appreciate the bonfires of Torchline and the general party-vibe, even if they would have to miss out next year for it. He does hope to hear something about it when they come back. For now, though, he’s content to nestle into the pillows, feel the gentle press of the kiss to his neck. “It does.” He agrees about being inside while hell raged outside that made it that much better to enjoy it from the confines fo comfort.
He does, however, perk back up with the reminder to tell him of the deal, and he meets Danta’s beautiful blue gaze with a small twitch of a conspirator’s smile. “It is nothing intense or difficult. He asked for information in exchange for a coat like yours.” He nods his bearded chin toward the coat hook, barely viewable between the drapes of their den to the burgundy wool and velvet jacket where it’s hung up, before he’s peering back at his fiancé with that same sharp smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. “Now, do you still intend on perishing?”
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
