i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
“Mm, I believe that is a good idea in theory… but.” He’d probably put up varying sketched out portraits of people that have harmlessly flirted with his lover; and that likely wasn’t going to be a fun time for anyone except for the butcher. At any rate, he draws silent as he sips from his tea, the warm vanilla and lavender soothing his bones and warming him from the cold pit of dread.
He watches as the yellow dart plunks right beside his own green dart. And as Danta drifts back, the tail that brushes by his thigh sparks more warmth to flush him, appearing briefly against his cheeks. “Ha, I doubt it.” A soft chuckle escapes him, more warmth into the shell of who he’s become. “But I shall try.” He steps up after setting the cup of tea down, mirroring how Danta had shown him, and launches the dart.
It isn’t a bullseye, but it does make it to the ring of the outer circle, the one that bisects the two outside circles.
He watches as the yellow dart plunks right beside his own green dart. And as Danta drifts back, the tail that brushes by his thigh sparks more warmth to flush him, appearing briefly against his cheeks. “Ha, I doubt it.” A soft chuckle escapes him, more warmth into the shell of who he’s become. “But I shall try.” He steps up after setting the cup of tea down, mirroring how Danta had shown him, and launches the dart.
It isn’t a bullseye, but it does make it to the ring of the outer circle, the one that bisects the two outside circles.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
