so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
The arms around him tighten and his do the same to the blonde, cheek to cheek, warm blood to bare skin, selfishly craving that soothing touch the Maverick can provide with the trail of his hand down his spine. He knows he doesn’t deserve it after that comment, but he cherishes it even more so because of it. His own arms squeeze around Danta’s shoulders, one hand lifted to brush back blood soaked blonde from sticking to the cheek that isn’t pressed against the butcher’s bearded one, soft and tender and gentle in lieu of the harshness just an hour before.
“I know.” He says unhelpfully, leaning back a little when Danta’s hand caresses his jaw, letting him take a good look at him. He doesn’t want to be looked at right now, but it’s the least he can do for everything he’s done so far. Shaking his head immediately when the question drops his lips, he moves to try and take Danta’s hand, to walk them back toward the portal. “It doesn’t matter now.” He says a touch honestly, wearily.
“I know.” He says unhelpfully, leaning back a little when Danta’s hand caresses his jaw, letting him take a good look at him. He doesn’t want to be looked at right now, but it’s the least he can do for everything he’s done so far. Shaking his head immediately when the question drops his lips, he moves to try and take Danta’s hand, to walk them back toward the portal. “It doesn’t matter now.” He says a touch honestly, wearily.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
