i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
Fingers curl as they retract from touching the Maverick’s shoulder as he skitters back, a puff of air leaving him that flits a strand of hair. He leaves it rather than fixing it, so focused on catching up with the blonde in order to fix the problem he caused. “It needs to be put back.” He says softly, almost a plea before Danta finally agrees.
“Okay, darling, deep breath.” He closes all of the distance, warm hands reaching out with a deft kind of precision, grabbing onto his arm and once Danta takes that sharp inhale, the butcher straightens his arm and pushes, getting the joint back into place, another brief pop before he’s holding Danta’s arm gently to keep him from having to move it too much. “I’m sorry, darling.” He breathes as he exhales a sharp sound, all his stress and anxiety blooming in the flush that graces his face as he scans Danta’s face, reaching up to cradle his handsome face gently with warm licks of fire against his jaw from the butcher’s fingertips.
“Okay, darling, deep breath.” He closes all of the distance, warm hands reaching out with a deft kind of precision, grabbing onto his arm and once Danta takes that sharp inhale, the butcher straightens his arm and pushes, getting the joint back into place, another brief pop before he’s holding Danta’s arm gently to keep him from having to move it too much. “I’m sorry, darling.” He breathes as he exhales a sharp sound, all his stress and anxiety blooming in the flush that graces his face as he scans Danta’s face, reaching up to cradle his handsome face gently with warm licks of fire against his jaw from the butcher’s fingertips.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
