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
Despite the trek back down has Danta abandoning his mug, the butcher’s quite content having the Maverick’s hand pressed against his chest. And while he’s more confident with the stairs this go around, it doesn’t keep him from clutching Danta close for both the assistance he offers and because he’s exceptionally clingy right now.
The cobblestones are upon them quickly, and the grin that remains on his face surprisingly soft as he’s guided toward the Dusklight, tail wound with Danta’s, arms slipped around one another. “Should nearly be done with the shrine. I believe all that is left is the final build of it.” He hums, voice dropping a touch as he focuses on entering the Dusklight without tripping.
And for the moment, he’s quite charmed to see the way Danta doesn’t shy away from the way they very openly cling to each other, the way they look like they’re together, and he finds himself with the whiplash before, suddenly happy. And the look he gives the bartender says just as much.
Ferried along to the door, it’s when it clicks open that his arm tightens around Danta’s middle, pulling him in and keeping his arm tight around him lest he decide to try and get away. “Would you like to dance with me?” It’s another impulsive thought that’s aired, one that has the butcher looking over to Danta with brighter honey dark eyes.
The cobblestones are upon them quickly, and the grin that remains on his face surprisingly soft as he’s guided toward the Dusklight, tail wound with Danta’s, arms slipped around one another. “Should nearly be done with the shrine. I believe all that is left is the final build of it.” He hums, voice dropping a touch as he focuses on entering the Dusklight without tripping.
And for the moment, he’s quite charmed to see the way Danta doesn’t shy away from the way they very openly cling to each other, the way they look like they’re together, and he finds himself with the whiplash before, suddenly happy. And the look he gives the bartender says just as much.
Ferried along to the door, it’s when it clicks open that his arm tightens around Danta’s middle, pulling him in and keeping his arm tight around him lest he decide to try and get away. “Would you like to dance with me?” It’s another impulsive thought that’s aired, one that has the butcher looking over to Danta with brighter honey dark eyes.
Astaroth
say your prayers now
