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
Now they were so much more than they had been in the Climb. Danta was a ruler, the Theocrat of the Grounds. He had reached the very top and made a space comfortable for those like him and others that decided to live and remain in the Grounds. It was such a shift from what he was used to, that he’d joined up, giving himself rules to continue to keep from breaking this peace the Maverick had created. And the only one that had his leash was the very one sitting atop him, and he finds that particular idea not that frightening at all.
Because even if he holds the leash, Danta’s given him so much slack on it.
Humming a note of agreement, head tilting slightly as his horns drag against the silk of the pillows, dark eyes focus on the other Ancient. “The last thing I want is for everyone to believe that I have lost my mind.” Comes the brief drawl, leaning up to capture the other man’s lips in a kiss. It’s short and he relishes in the pressure and weight of the hand along his chest, parting to settle and listen in for the options, hand slipping back to comb through long blonde strands.
“A bath sounds lovely, my dear.” Slowly warming up that frozen portion of himself, the butcher shifts to try and sit up, to press his chest against Danta’s briefly as his arms loop around his middle, twisting them slightly so that he can keep the Theocrat with him as they move to stand. “We can take a nap after.”
Because even if he holds the leash, Danta’s given him so much slack on it.
Humming a note of agreement, head tilting slightly as his horns drag against the silk of the pillows, dark eyes focus on the other Ancient. “The last thing I want is for everyone to believe that I have lost my mind.” Comes the brief drawl, leaning up to capture the other man’s lips in a kiss. It’s short and he relishes in the pressure and weight of the hand along his chest, parting to settle and listen in for the options, hand slipping back to comb through long blonde strands.
“A bath sounds lovely, my dear.” Slowly warming up that frozen portion of himself, the butcher shifts to try and sit up, to press his chest against Danta’s briefly as his arms loop around his middle, twisting them slightly so that he can keep the Theocrat with him as they move to stand. “We can take a nap after.”
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
