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
“Does it? I have not checked.” He’d had no reason to peruse around, not with how long he’d spent in the Climb previously. It isn’t like he would have chosen to return and hunker down when he could be out where the people are. (Cue little mermaid). But Danta makes a point and he huffs a sound akin to fiiiine, conceding for the sheer imagery of it. Because he’s right, at the end of the day, and as it always had in the past, it does burn a little even still, even if he found himself in love with the Maverick.
So as it stands, it adds to his dramatics, even as Danta ventures out and he’s trying to wring out his shirt, only to return and pinch at his cheeks which have him snapping his teeth (a safe distance away) and swatting at his hands, tail flicking in absolute irritation. “You are being dramatic.” He complains.
His actions are for show, still, but it’s a pretty good one all things considered.
“How are you more likely to be injured when I clearly have a target on my head?” Pointing right between his brows as if he could point it out for the Maverick, the butcher cocks his head and pins him with as close to a sassy look as he can get.
So as it stands, it adds to his dramatics, even as Danta ventures out and he’s trying to wring out his shirt, only to return and pinch at his cheeks which have him snapping his teeth (a safe distance away) and swatting at his hands, tail flicking in absolute irritation. “You are being dramatic.” He complains.
His actions are for show, still, but it’s a pretty good one all things considered.
“How are you more likely to be injured when I clearly have a target on my head?” Pointing right between his brows as if he could point it out for the Maverick, the butcher cocks his head and pins him with as close to a sassy look as he can get.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
