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
“Terrible.” He drawls, his accent warping around the words as he trails after Danta to the street down below. The moonlit streets and the breeze quite familiar all things considered, especially given how fuzzy his own memories are, but he pays little heed to it — even going so far as to seem surprisingly more relaxed as they get closer to the fountain.
His head tilts toward Danta with the announcement, a laugh rumbling out of him as he contemplates the differences. “You told me to enjoy vacation, so I am enjoying it to its fullest.” He murmurs, going so far as to when Danta nudges him with his hip, his long arm lifts to rest around the blonde’s shoulders in a warm but gentle touch, careful to avoid any wounds so that they don’t start bleeding.
And if he’s being honest, he’s looking forward to the fountain if only because he doesn’t want to keep treating Danta like he’s made of glass.
“Probably true, but beneficial regardless.” He winks toward the Theocrat, surprisingly still playful and wide awake — largely due to the deep nap he’d had earlier. “It provides less options for me arriving home like a kicked dog, mm?” Which, maybe he’s being arrogant and cocky, but something tells him Danta might appreciate that immensely.
His head tilts toward Danta with the announcement, a laugh rumbling out of him as he contemplates the differences. “You told me to enjoy vacation, so I am enjoying it to its fullest.” He murmurs, going so far as to when Danta nudges him with his hip, his long arm lifts to rest around the blonde’s shoulders in a warm but gentle touch, careful to avoid any wounds so that they don’t start bleeding.
And if he’s being honest, he’s looking forward to the fountain if only because he doesn’t want to keep treating Danta like he’s made of glass.
“Probably true, but beneficial regardless.” He winks toward the Theocrat, surprisingly still playful and wide awake — largely due to the deep nap he’d had earlier. “It provides less options for me arriving home like a kicked dog, mm?” Which, maybe he’s being arrogant and cocky, but something tells him Danta might appreciate that immensely.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
