i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
“I would prefer that.” He decides as he steps up and sends the dart flying. It isn’t terrible, and it is getting better. Enough that he’s relatively satisfied when he steps back and collects his cup to sip from. “I am not used to throwing darts.” it’s an explanation, one that likely proves he could be better at it if only he had even more practice.
He watches, though, this time taking in Danta’s form, admiring the way his body twists with the throw, the way his arm moves through the air, only to get a smidge closer to the bullseye. “Probably so.” A soft hum of a laugh escapes him as he steps back up with his last dart, peering at the board full of yellow and green, but with eyes only for the bullseye.
It doesn’t get that much better, not to Danta’s level so far, meeting in between his last green dart and Danta’s yellow. Huffing a snort that’s somewhat annoyed, the butcher steps back and finally starts to fuss over himself, more himself now than he had been.
He watches, though, this time taking in Danta’s form, admiring the way his body twists with the throw, the way his arm moves through the air, only to get a smidge closer to the bullseye. “Probably so.” A soft hum of a laugh escapes him as he steps back up with his last dart, peering at the board full of yellow and green, but with eyes only for the bullseye.
It doesn’t get that much better, not to Danta’s level so far, meeting in between his last green dart and Danta’s yellow. Huffing a snort that’s somewhat annoyed, the butcher steps back and finally starts to fuss over himself, more himself now than he had been.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
