seven sins, don't let them in

// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //

It did give him a lot of freedom, and during Deepfrost when half of the time he doesn’t want to spend it getting dressed up in all of his traditional formalities when the idea of it would send him running back to bed from the time it took, Danta’s outfits certainly appear to be more pleasing to his eye in his current spot.

Nestling in comfortably in the bed, the butcher continues on his gentle affections despite the shift in position. “Well, I am always happy to run the experiment, darling.” The dark haired Ancient purrs. “Even if you can read me so well as to know I do enjoy dolling you up.” Pulling back slightly so he can see the waggle of his brows, he settles back down just in time to see Danta continue to miss the point.

A low laugh leaves him, warm and vibrating against the Maverick. “Not just look the same, darling.” The butcher hums, as if correcting it before Danta gets whisked away to sleep. “I am also able to endure the cold just as you can with your jacket.” To this he raises his brow. “And besides, you never seem that terribly opposed to match my fetching style of dress unless it involves a corset.”

Astaroth

// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //