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

“I am trembling in anticipation, darling.” He says despite very much not trembling, and the wicked grin that spreads seem to agree with the sentiment even if he does have some amount of curiosity as to how they start celebrating birthdays. “Then celebrate, we shall.” Conceding the point, his tail winds around Danta’s a touch tighter in comfort.

Before talk of his rite of passage comes, af least. And with it, the full display of teeth for Danta to view and poke and prod at so long as he doesn’t slice his finger. “That was a good year for me.” He announces a touch playfully, leaning into the affection as his tone starts to shift into nostalgia. “Yes. It wasn’t unlike our bloodlust in terms of the hunt.” He starts to recollect, dark gaze taking on a haze as he filters through his thoughts.

“She was attuned with a bird shift. And the matriarch had broken her wings so she couldn’t shift and fly away, to help us.” They were only thirteen, after all. Accepted and without any shifts or items to chase after in the air. So they had grounded her. “She was mortified, but I managed to snag her leg at the start.” Blinking for a few moments, he focuses back in on Danta and snatches a chaste kiss, waiting to see if he had any further questions.

Astaroth

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