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
The question gives him pause as he starts to slip out of the bed and makes his way over toward the window, nose wrinkling blissfully away from where Danta could see it. “Not many, admittedly.” He mutters before he’s having the fight of his life with the curtains. It’s the third try before they’re plunged into dim light and he has to brace himself against the windowsill, blinking through the dark much easier than before to find Danta settled back against the headboard.
“Is it?” He asks, a hopeful tone infiltrating the deeper accent. At the beckoning, though, the butcher still pauses, glancing around until he spots his cane leaning against one of the boxes. Mumbling a few words of gratitude, the butcher pushes off the wall and takes a few steadying breaths to make the journey. He snags the cane and leans heavily against it, letting it click across the wood floor until he gets to the bed, setting it to rest against a nearby box.
And it’s about that time that he sits on the edge of the bed, pouring his own glass of water with jittery, shaking hands, before he snags two crackers to try and pushes back to rest against the headrest beside Danta. “Do I get a reward?” He asks, lifting the cracker to his lips to take a bite, a touch wary of it.
“Is it?” He asks, a hopeful tone infiltrating the deeper accent. At the beckoning, though, the butcher still pauses, glancing around until he spots his cane leaning against one of the boxes. Mumbling a few words of gratitude, the butcher pushes off the wall and takes a few steadying breaths to make the journey. He snags the cane and leans heavily against it, letting it click across the wood floor until he gets to the bed, setting it to rest against a nearby box.
And it’s about that time that he sits on the edge of the bed, pouring his own glass of water with jittery, shaking hands, before he snags two crackers to try and pushes back to rest against the headrest beside Danta. “Do I get a reward?” He asks, lifting the cracker to his lips to take a bite, a touch wary of it.
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
