run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
The whisper is met with a small hum, quiet just as the whisper itself had been. “Of course, love.” It’s a sound that still seems tight, but the fact he’s reaching out to Danta is a good sign. As the bed is wheeled closer, Astaroth settles a touch more, turning slightly in the bed to focus on Danta’s form, resting on his good side to keep his other arm from moving.
He’s silent as his hand is snagged, and as lips brush against his fingers, his thumb gently caresses the Maverick’s sharp jawline, his dark gaze full of exhaustion and anxiety that he tries to swallow down the best he can. “There was no other choice.” He says softly, but the words sound practiced, like he’s said them in his head over and over and over again. “Despite the circumstances, we still make quite the team, mm?” It’s an attempt at a joke, even as flatly as it comes past his lips, the very same trying to twitch into a smile.
He’s silent as his hand is snagged, and as lips brush against his fingers, his thumb gently caresses the Maverick’s sharp jawline, his dark gaze full of exhaustion and anxiety that he tries to swallow down the best he can. “There was no other choice.” He says softly, but the words sound practiced, like he’s said them in his head over and over and over again. “Despite the circumstances, we still make quite the team, mm?” It’s an attempt at a joke, even as flatly as it comes past his lips, the very same trying to twitch into a smile.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
