i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
It’s a small boon that he’ll always love Danta for. The fact he doesn’t have to explain, he doesn’t have to delve into it each time after it happens. Of course, the butcher does elaborate — but only because it might make more sense to the blonde. “It was before I was taken to the Climb.” He admits, in between his counting breaths, hot against his lovers skin where he exhales through his mouth.
Ticking in as much as he can and against the headboard, he leeches heat from Danta’s body and the blankets like it might warm his frozen appendages. The hand in his shortly after where he’s already trying to mentally prepare himself to offer retorts to the contrary about who’s fault it was, the butcher relaxes more to hear that he doesn’t have to speak again.
Though he doesn’t let Danta’s hand leave his own, lacing his fingers into the other Ancient’s as he sinks in to press his ear against the blonde’s skin to try and listen for his heartbeat, like if he did his own would match eventually. “It would be good for me to get up and move, I think.” He admits into his skin, like he needs the additional reminder he’s different now.
Ticking in as much as he can and against the headboard, he leeches heat from Danta’s body and the blankets like it might warm his frozen appendages. The hand in his shortly after where he’s already trying to mentally prepare himself to offer retorts to the contrary about who’s fault it was, the butcher relaxes more to hear that he doesn’t have to speak again.
Though he doesn’t let Danta’s hand leave his own, lacing his fingers into the other Ancient’s as he sinks in to press his ear against the blonde’s skin to try and listen for his heartbeat, like if he did his own would match eventually. “It would be good for me to get up and move, I think.” He admits into his skin, like he needs the additional reminder he’s different now.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
