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
“You’re very welcome, darling.” He mutters as earnestly as he can, given the circumstances, and already he hates the suddenly cold space that Dabta has created as he moves to slip out of the bed. Hissing slightly under his breath and shivering, he wraps the blanket around him tightly, poking his head out to squint into the light from the darkness of their den to try and find Danta on his pursuit to the door.
It’s about that time Danta’s sleep tousled blonde head pops up from where he’d slunk onto the floor. “Me neither.” He confirms quietly, watching silently from his cozy den and truly appearing wolfish for how his dark gaze tracks the Maverick — appearing wary when in reality it’s because the light fucking hurts.
Spotting the water and the comment, the snacks and coffee included, perks the butcher up slightly, quietly humming his agreement. And while he could playfully be outraged at not receiving an offer of water, well, he’s sure he deserves it, leaving Danta to fend for himself. So he slinks up with the blanket around him still, slipping toward the end of the bed to lean heavily against Danta’s side, slumped and looking wholly pale. “What are you thinking about?” He asks after a few seconds of getting over the roaring nausea.
It’s about that time Danta’s sleep tousled blonde head pops up from where he’d slunk onto the floor. “Me neither.” He confirms quietly, watching silently from his cozy den and truly appearing wolfish for how his dark gaze tracks the Maverick — appearing wary when in reality it’s because the light fucking hurts.
Spotting the water and the comment, the snacks and coffee included, perks the butcher up slightly, quietly humming his agreement. And while he could playfully be outraged at not receiving an offer of water, well, he’s sure he deserves it, leaving Danta to fend for himself. So he slinks up with the blanket around him still, slipping toward the end of the bed to lean heavily against Danta’s side, slumped and looking wholly pale. “What are you thinking about?” He asks after a few seconds of getting over the roaring nausea.
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
