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
“I will be sure to send one.” He purrs playfully, content to let the conversation end there as he steps into their room (he’s claiming his portion already, given how little he sees his own room these days). He keeps his arm around Danta and keeps him close, feeling the way the Maverick relaxes.
Nodding enough that a lock of hair falls from where it’s tucked neatly behind the horns of his, his sharp smile is on display for Danta, growing wider with the answer. Only, a huff of laughter rakes through him as he loosens his grip enough to take the blonde’s hand, to untangle his tail from his, and to let the other rest around the small of his back. “No, there isn’t. But that’s okay.” And it is, in his mind.
Because he drags the firelight low enough to let the moonlight cascade into the room, his accented voice deeper as he starts to hum a song from centuries past — something slow and gentle, and he begins to start to lead them into the dance, humming the song through the beginning verses.
Nodding enough that a lock of hair falls from where it’s tucked neatly behind the horns of his, his sharp smile is on display for Danta, growing wider with the answer. Only, a huff of laughter rakes through him as he loosens his grip enough to take the blonde’s hand, to untangle his tail from his, and to let the other rest around the small of his back. “No, there isn’t. But that’s okay.” And it is, in his mind.
Because he drags the firelight low enough to let the moonlight cascade into the room, his accented voice deeper as he starts to hum a song from centuries past — something slow and gentle, and he begins to start to lead them into the dance, humming the song through the beginning verses.
Astaroth
say your prayers now
