i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
Danta’s voice has him reminding to try and slow his exhales and his inhales, even if he had hoped it was all kept to himself. It wasn’t, evident by the shakiness in the voice that greets him, that has him instinctively wanting to hide away more as he comes to grips with the current reality. He wants to tell him that it’s okay, but he knows Danta wouldn’t believe him the second it passes by his lips.
“I’m okay.” He says carefully, like he’s testing his voice, like he thinks it’s still just as hoarse and dry as it had been in his dream. Now, while Danta draws up the lights, the butcher unclasps the muzzle and drops it to the bed to scrub at his face. “Are you okay?” He asks even as he refuses to look at his lover with his glassy red rimmed eyes, choosing instead to press his forehead to his knees again, counting his breaths.
“I’m okay.” He says carefully, like he’s testing his voice, like he thinks it’s still just as hoarse and dry as it had been in his dream. Now, while Danta draws up the lights, the butcher unclasps the muzzle and drops it to the bed to scrub at his face. “Are you okay?” He asks even as he refuses to look at his lover with his glassy red rimmed eyes, choosing instead to press his forehead to his knees again, counting his breaths.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
