mississippi boys, inner city boys

you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name

The demeanor this time is different, and he seems surprisingly unphased by the blood leaking from Danta’s fingers as they clamp over the wound. Any pain lingering from his own body has vanished by now, leaving him completely limber and relaxed, water splashing against his skin as his tail is released and the Maverick swats at him. He lets him, though, even as his hands are more gentle, trying to help rather than maim.

Drifting closer as soon as Danta slumps, he sidles in beside him and lets himself be used as something steady within the fountain to lean against. And at the complaint, he snorts, nodding as he peers out into the water and how his tail flicks this way and that, breaking apart the ripples that have formed. “Alas it is too easy for me to do, unfortunately.” There are times, few and far between, that he almost wished to have the normal blunt teeth everyone else had. But he knows he wouldn’t entirely be the same without the sharp ones he has.

“I am sorry, though.” Tilting his head toward the blonde he lets his dark gaze scan over him and his healed wounds.

Astaroth

fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart