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
It’s a bittersweet mixture to know that Danta has seen the differences, after he’d worked so hard on trying to keep his mask infallible. But it’s likely the reason that he’d only been allowed out in bursts, never allowed to get close enough to another to see the fine cracks in the porcelain. But here? There’s no one to keep him from it, and Danta gets to see the fine splits in the masks up close and personal.
“It was a lovely little city.” He murmurs, nostalgic for a moment. “I cannot remember precisely where it was, but they had all kinds of generous people. The people there taught me what I know in terms of manners and clothing options. They also taught me how to read and write.” Easy admissions made only to Danta, for obvious reasons.
His head tilts as Danta’s slender warm fingers guide him in for a kiss, and it's a distraction from thinking too hard on the question posed. He presses into the kiss, even if it’s chaste and not at all as much as he wants, before he pulls away slightly to let his honeyed gaze scan the vibrant blues of the Maverick’s as the words fall from his lips. “You.” The arm wrapped around Danta’s shoulders lifts slightly, hand trailing up the side of his jaw to thread his own fingers through blonde, salt kissed hair.
“It was a lovely little city.” He murmurs, nostalgic for a moment. “I cannot remember precisely where it was, but they had all kinds of generous people. The people there taught me what I know in terms of manners and clothing options. They also taught me how to read and write.” Easy admissions made only to Danta, for obvious reasons.
His head tilts as Danta’s slender warm fingers guide him in for a kiss, and it's a distraction from thinking too hard on the question posed. He presses into the kiss, even if it’s chaste and not at all as much as he wants, before he pulls away slightly to let his honeyed gaze scan the vibrant blues of the Maverick’s as the words fall from his lips. “You.” The arm wrapped around Danta’s shoulders lifts slightly, hand trailing up the side of his jaw to thread his own fingers through blonde, salt kissed hair.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
