so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
He presses into the kiss before his limbs start to feel wholly boneless, shifting and breaking from the kiss when his lungs seize, only to curl up on his side with Danta’s arms around his shoulders. As the blonde cleans up, Asta pants and waits, brushing back the dark hair from his face, the blood dripping from his lips, only to hum a soft laugh of agreement, flushed and content. “Third ones the charm?” He drawls, hoarser, before he pokes and prods his at his bitten cheek, the joke aside in the air.
It’s about the time Danta nuzzles back in and his bearded jaw presses against the top of his head, tucking him into his side, settling into the pillows with a boneless heaviness that seems to make him appear bigger than he is (it’s the height, honestly). “Do you feel any better?” He asks, wanting to know if it harbored any effect on the beginning of the night and the darker twist it could have taken.
It’s about the time Danta nuzzles back in and his bearded jaw presses against the top of his head, tucking him into his side, settling into the pillows with a boneless heaviness that seems to make him appear bigger than he is (it’s the height, honestly). “Do you feel any better?” He asks, wanting to know if it harbored any effect on the beginning of the night and the darker twist it could have taken.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
