lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
“Precisely like I did.” He says on the edge of a sigh, feeling the squeeze to his hand and relishing in the warmth against his hand that feels surprisingly cold now that he has a baseline of heat against it. He squeezes his hand back, before his boots are swatted off the desk and they fall heavily against the floor again, legs spreading slightly to offer more of a base for Danta to crowd into his space, even if he’s feeling stubbornly headstrong.
His chin tilts down and his eyes open to peer at him as he settles into his lap, jaw working slightly. “I think it is easy to say when you do not know the possibilities. You were happy with everything you could want before you woke me from stone.” He counters, blinking a touch drunkenly at the Maverick.
Blinks that turn into a very obvious roll of his eyes at the comment, but it bubbles a laugh out of his chest, perhaps the most genuine sound from him all night. “Ah so we’re doing hypotheticals now?” He sighs, flopping his head back to stare at the ceiling once more.
His chin tilts down and his eyes open to peer at him as he settles into his lap, jaw working slightly. “I think it is easy to say when you do not know the possibilities. You were happy with everything you could want before you woke me from stone.” He counters, blinking a touch drunkenly at the Maverick.
Blinks that turn into a very obvious roll of his eyes at the comment, but it bubbles a laugh out of his chest, perhaps the most genuine sound from him all night. “Ah so we’re doing hypotheticals now?” He sighs, flopping his head back to stare at the ceiling once more.
Astaroth
say your prayers now
