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
“No?” He immediately reiterates, stopping what he’s doing the second Danta steps toward him. That’s proof enough that he cares immensely about what the blonde thinks, so much so right now that a simple statement has him halting, has him falling into line. The tea set settles on the mantle, unharmed as he faces the Theocrat, dark gaze still fucking exhausted as he listens.
A talk without tea, it seems, which is a shame. He was hoping it might wake him up more.
“I was terrible to you and I am sorry.” He reiterates, essentially frozen in place. “I only wanted to give you my true word when we agreed it was only last night.” But evidently he’s misread, fucked up, again.
He wants to argue, wants to say that he’s only done it for him, but the sleepy irritation in his gaze stays his hand, keeps his lips properly shut, awaiting whatever decision the Theocrat has.
A talk without tea, it seems, which is a shame. He was hoping it might wake him up more.
“I was terrible to you and I am sorry.” He reiterates, essentially frozen in place. “I only wanted to give you my true word when we agreed it was only last night.” But evidently he’s misread, fucked up, again.
He wants to argue, wants to say that he’s only done it for him, but the sleepy irritation in his gaze stays his hand, keeps his lips properly shut, awaiting whatever decision the Theocrat has.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
