reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
It’s pure adoration in the sudden impulse the butcher has to invade Danta’s space. So when he’s playfully ‘trying’ to fight him off, it doesn’t work until Astaroth is satisfied, relaxing against his lover as that warm blanket of comfort, weight, and additional heat. “Good. I was not planning on moving.” He drawls - until at least they decide to meander on with the rest of their vacation date.
At the mention of the abandoned cocktail, though, the butcher’s head tilts slightly to look over at them and the condensation blooming against their glasses. It’s merely a look, though, because Danta’s face is pressed in against his neck and the butcher winds his arms around the Maverick to keep them close and comfortable, uncaring whatever else happened around them. “A note for next vacation, perhaps?” It’s a tired hum, soaking in the warmth from the baked sand and Danta beneath him, content to doze off and on until it was time to continue, whether the drinks fully melted or not.
- FIN
At the mention of the abandoned cocktail, though, the butcher’s head tilts slightly to look over at them and the condensation blooming against their glasses. It’s merely a look, though, because Danta’s face is pressed in against his neck and the butcher winds his arms around the Maverick to keep them close and comfortable, uncaring whatever else happened around them. “A note for next vacation, perhaps?” It’s a tired hum, soaking in the warmth from the baked sand and Danta beneath him, content to doze off and on until it was time to continue, whether the drinks fully melted or not.
- FIN
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
