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
It had been a series of days of bad things all coming for him, it seemed. So, once again, Danta is right when he says to not talk about it. It boosts his mood, of course, not wanting to dive down the path of frustration and panic and coming home and saying gut wrenching things he never meant to say.
Biting into the apple slice with extreme ease, the butcher glances sidelong at the Maverick. “Need—” Cut off by the correction, his lips are sealed by the press of the kiss, the honey sweet taste easily transferred to the Maverick’s lips. It stays any comment he might have when he presses his forehead against the blonde Ancient’s, hovering over his shoulder easily.
Humming a sound that is so close to a moan that he doesn’t even attempt to hide, it breaks into a breathy laugh. “I have been so good lately.” And he hates it. So much. “It’s terrible.”
Biting into the apple slice with extreme ease, the butcher glances sidelong at the Maverick. “Need—” Cut off by the correction, his lips are sealed by the press of the kiss, the honey sweet taste easily transferred to the Maverick’s lips. It stays any comment he might have when he presses his forehead against the blonde Ancient’s, hovering over his shoulder easily.
Humming a sound that is so close to a moan that he doesn’t even attempt to hide, it breaks into a breathy laugh. “I have been so good lately.” And he hates it. So much. “It’s terrible.”
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
