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
“She did, indeed.” He confirms, before a puffed out groan leaves him at the idea of a medicine cabinet, internally cringing at the thought even if it was a very good idea. “Ugh. I would rather not lean into the imagery of becoming old.” Comes the soft whine, a frown tugging at his lips even as they stay pressed against Danta wherever he can. “It is bad enough that I turn forty this year.” And yes, he’s not including the centuries asleep. He’s simply nixed those from his age to make himself feel better.
Feeling the dull sensation of Danta’s hands slip over a particularly nasty scar, he shifts enough that his hand can press against the webbed scars of his chest, before he’s tilting his head and adjusting to be able to peer down at Danta a touch easier, even if it means bunching the pillows. “As much as I despise them, I feel as if I wouldn’t be me without them?” It’s why his typical preference was to keep them hidden. He doesn’t want the reminder at the best of times, at least when people asked about them.
For the most part the Dusklight has remained silent, and for that he’s grateful.
Feeling the dull sensation of Danta’s hands slip over a particularly nasty scar, he shifts enough that his hand can press against the webbed scars of his chest, before he’s tilting his head and adjusting to be able to peer down at Danta a touch easier, even if it means bunching the pillows. “As much as I despise them, I feel as if I wouldn’t be me without them?” It’s why his typical preference was to keep them hidden. He doesn’t want the reminder at the best of times, at least when people asked about them.
For the most part the Dusklight has remained silent, and for that he’s grateful.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
