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

It’s good that he doesn’t need to remind him, because the butcher would certainly prefer to forget it. Especially given the state he’d settled grumpily into after their date when Danta had stepped in to snag her away from bothering him because he was unable to do it himself. It likely didn’t help that the sharpness of his teeth were hidden. She may have thought twice.

Or tried harder. They’ll never know.

Letting the smile curl further with the admission that his usual attire was just as good, he lets the finger that’s been nipped with blunt teeth trace along the perfect swell of his bottom lip. “A good choice.” He agrees with a hum, before he shifts to alleviate where the majority of his weight settles, enough to hover slightly over the other Ancient. “I prefer you in sheer and glittery attire.” Like that golden shirt he’d gotten the blonde. “The corsets are stunning, yet I know how you feel regarding them.” He whines a little, as if wounded by the fact Danta acts like a cat getting a bath in order to wear one. “The gold, however…” Slipping his hand back to cup the side of Danta’s cheek, he nears in to press another kiss to the blonde’s lips, but before he has a chance to give into the warmth of the kiss, he speaks again. “Makes you look like a coveted treasure.” And in lieu of further words, his kiss says and you’re mine.

Astaroth

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