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
Rolling his eyes affectionately, the dark of the night makes them nearly black as he focuses back on Danta after the kiss, letting his sharp toothed smile return at the temptation of the shower. “We could run it as hot as it can go and just relax.” Which was mostly for Danta all things considered, but the butcher wouldn’t complain in the slightest. He loosens his hold as Danta sits back a little, taking another drag of his cigarette to try and drain it down as it seems like the Maverick’s mind is made up.
“It may lose some of the charm to move here. And I imagine Flora would be less likely to commit to making a rage room.” He teases, lips quirking into an amused smile before he shrugs a little. But it seems like Danta is ready to go, though, so he finishes his smoke and stamps it out before he’s leaning toward the blonde to stand after him. “Would you prefer me carrying you or do you think you can walk?” He asks, voice dropping playfully as he returns to being a brat.
“It may lose some of the charm to move here. And I imagine Flora would be less likely to commit to making a rage room.” He teases, lips quirking into an amused smile before he shrugs a little. But it seems like Danta is ready to go, though, so he finishes his smoke and stamps it out before he’s leaning toward the blonde to stand after him. “Would you prefer me carrying you or do you think you can walk?” He asks, voice dropping playfully as he returns to being a brat.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
