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
“Danta, yes,” he whispers, trying to be as playfully amusing and whiny but falling very obviously short. He tries his best to go back to sleep, but much like Danta he can’t, and he finds himself growing squirmy, as if he can’t quite sit still or lay still.
The pattern of Danta’s fingertips down his spine steady him enough that he can regulate his breathing, though, and with the question he slowly starts to blink his eyes open, still squinting. “I’ll tell them you saved me from a… banshee or something and it was very poetic.” He drawls, burying his face into the pillow shortly after so he can try to unwrap himself from Danta so he can go on the grand adventure, fully intending on remaining slumped in the bed.
The pattern of Danta’s fingertips down his spine steady him enough that he can regulate his breathing, though, and with the question he slowly starts to blink his eyes open, still squinting. “I’ll tell them you saved me from a… banshee or something and it was very poetic.” He drawls, burying his face into the pillow shortly after so he can try to unwrap himself from Danta so he can go on the grand adventure, fully intending on remaining slumped in the bed.
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
