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
“Oh he knows so.” Comes the butcher’s more playful banter, less hangover and more in the moment. And of course, the comment had been made as a jest, but he quickly realizes the seriousness in Danta’s tone, and that adoring look shifts a little toward genuine happiness. “I know, darling. I was just teasing you.” But it doesn’t stop him from nuzzling his hornless head into the hand that brushes across his cheek.
It lines him up perfectly for the kiss that greets the corner of his lips, and the dark shadow of a void where his heart is, melts swiftly, unable to mask the rosy flush that crests on his cheekbones and his ears. And as Danta settles, he slips his arm around the blonde, keeping him close. “Plum.” He corrects himself with a roll of his eyes.
But when it comes to figuring out how the Maverick might sit still, his brow lifts playfully and bounces with mischief, pausing to take a risk in downing the rest of the mug of coffee before he can set it aside and give Danta his full, slightly red focus. “I can think of a few ways.” He drawls, haughtily.
It lines him up perfectly for the kiss that greets the corner of his lips, and the dark shadow of a void where his heart is, melts swiftly, unable to mask the rosy flush that crests on his cheekbones and his ears. And as Danta settles, he slips his arm around the blonde, keeping him close. “Plum.” He corrects himself with a roll of his eyes.
But when it comes to figuring out how the Maverick might sit still, his brow lifts playfully and bounces with mischief, pausing to take a risk in downing the rest of the mug of coffee before he can set it aside and give Danta his full, slightly red focus. “I can think of a few ways.” He drawls, haughtily.
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
