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
“We probably should have.” Hindsight is 20/20 though, is it not? And just as soon as the thought arrives, it vanishes with Astaroth’s retrieval of the rum. He takes a healthy sip of it (and thanks to having forgotten when the last time he ate was, he’s already feeling his limbs loosen and his thoughts become less reserved), settling in above the Maverick as he hands it off, almost ready to return to being a personal blanket for the blonde when the question is aired.
A single dark brow lifts and he hesitates before a grin spreads across his face, head tilting enough that a few soft strands of his hair sweep across his face. “I would be honored to see. Pure curiosity, of course.” And it’s with whole and undivided attention that the butcher remains on his knees, straddling the blonde’s legs, waiting for the grand reveal of Danta’s ancientness to vanish before his eyes.
A single dark brow lifts and he hesitates before a grin spreads across his face, head tilting enough that a few soft strands of his hair sweep across his face. “I would be honored to see. Pure curiosity, of course.” And it’s with whole and undivided attention that the butcher remains on his knees, straddling the blonde’s legs, waiting for the grand reveal of Danta’s ancientness to vanish before his eyes.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
