so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
He can also already taste the hangover, and gods is he already regretting how many cocktails he’d drank. But, as Danta settles and promptly passes out, so too does the butcher in a blissful dreamless sleep, one of nothingness to spark any nightmares or any attempts at ripping the blonde’s throat out.
And when the sound of the Last Whisper start to wake him, it’s with a throbbing headache that has his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw just as tight. One that when Danta groans and starts to draw the blanket up, he tucks in tighter, shifting toward Danta, trying to shield his face in any way he can. “Shhh,” he whispers in a tone that seems almost pleading.
The blanket’s drawn over them and his horns don’t catch with how they’re positioned right now, thankfully, and shielded in darkness and warmth the butcher tries his best to sleep off the pounding hangover.
And when the sound of the Last Whisper start to wake him, it’s with a throbbing headache that has his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw just as tight. One that when Danta groans and starts to draw the blanket up, he tucks in tighter, shifting toward Danta, trying to shield his face in any way he can. “Shhh,” he whispers in a tone that seems almost pleading.
The blanket’s drawn over them and his horns don’t catch with how they’re positioned right now, thankfully, and shielded in darkness and warmth the butcher tries his best to sleep off the pounding hangover.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
