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
“That means I have done a good enough job, then.” The butcher hums with a small grin, one that Danta may be able to feel stretch across his cheeks. And as the leg sticks out the sandle is placed on easily, before he’s winding his arms around the Maverick’s thighs to keep him against him as he takes the blonde back toward the Inn.
He, too, takes his time — glancing at the shops as they pass — when the question airs and he tilts his head slightly toward the other. “That sounds divine.” He agrees wholeheartedly. “Now the question is what we shall get..?” He was game for anything, even if a part of him felt as if a gin of some kind might be of utmost refreshing given that they’re in the tropical region during the hottest time of the year. Hardly a whiskey kind of night, in his opinion.
He, too, takes his time — glancing at the shops as they pass — when the question airs and he tilts his head slightly toward the other. “That sounds divine.” He agrees wholeheartedly. “Now the question is what we shall get..?” He was game for anything, even if a part of him felt as if a gin of some kind might be of utmost refreshing given that they’re in the tropical region during the hottest time of the year. Hardly a whiskey kind of night, in his opinion.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
