you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
“Minor?” He asks, as if the state of Danta’s spine and back were anything to go by. But he seems relatively unharmed in spite of it, nothing that can’t be fixed, and so his tail curls around the Maverick’s leg gently to ground himself to the blonde. “Good.” Even if the thought had him particularly murderous, and that it might be the perfect way to round off their vacation, it isn’t their region. And after settling things with Flora well enough, he doesn’t want to have to ruin it so soon.
Smoke curls around his nose and lips as he drifts further into Danta’s view as the blonde turns, horned head tilting as he takes in the other marks — though they linger on the ones he’s left himself, pleased to find they haven’t been marred by the struggle Danta evidently had during the disagreement. “We could always take a moonlight jaunt down to it?” He raises a brow curiously, lips curling into a small yet sharp smile before he takes another pull off the cigarette and hands it back to the Maverick.
“I had a lovely afternoon. I have new murder mysteries that come from high recommendations.” He assures Danta with a growing grin, invading his space immediately now that he can. He’s careful to touch, though, not wanting to jostle him too much. “I also have acquired a new kind of sedative that may not taste so terrible. Though I anticipate it will not be needed tonight.” Because he’s quite possibly the most relaxed the blonde has ever seen him before.
Smoke curls around his nose and lips as he drifts further into Danta’s view as the blonde turns, horned head tilting as he takes in the other marks — though they linger on the ones he’s left himself, pleased to find they haven’t been marred by the struggle Danta evidently had during the disagreement. “We could always take a moonlight jaunt down to it?” He raises a brow curiously, lips curling into a small yet sharp smile before he takes another pull off the cigarette and hands it back to the Maverick.
“I had a lovely afternoon. I have new murder mysteries that come from high recommendations.” He assures Danta with a growing grin, invading his space immediately now that he can. He’s careful to touch, though, not wanting to jostle him too much. “I also have acquired a new kind of sedative that may not taste so terrible. Though I anticipate it will not be needed tonight.” Because he’s quite possibly the most relaxed the blonde has ever seen him before.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
