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
“No?” The butcher questions curiously, arm easily slipping around Danta’s middle as he sinks into his lap and allows the Theocrat to put his arms wherever around him he so chooses. Head to temple, Danta would feel the start of the shake of his shoulders from a deep throated hum of a laugh that slips from him. “Making amends, mm…” He manages before he sighs, shifting just enough to set down the whiskey glass and to reach over to a mahogany box, flipping it open to pull out the long stemmed tobacco pipe, setting it down and filling it with dried tobacco leaves, he puts it between his lips and glances over at Danta with a raised brow that seems to say a multitude of things;
Seriously? Like it’s that easy? Also can you light this for me?
“You will know, darling. Though I assume it shouldn’t be all that different from the one I currently use.” He hums. “It will make you glad you never had to receive it, though.” A knowing wink scrunches up the edges of crows feet with the brief grin he flashes.
Seriously? Like it’s that easy? Also can you light this for me?
“You will know, darling. Though I assume it shouldn’t be all that different from the one I currently use.” He hums. “It will make you glad you never had to receive it, though.” A knowing wink scrunches up the edges of crows feet with the brief grin he flashes.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
