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
“Ah, yes, hard to do too many drugs if you’re in a coma.” He hums to the mention of his sedatives. The butcher renews his focus, though, getting his lover down the dreaded stairs, keeping himself tucked away and letting the far more capable, less proper, less even minded version of himself loose.
He doesn’t notice the heat to Danta’s cheeks, not as they make the final trek toward the Dusklight, relief visible in the tense lines of his face. “ThEy’Re JuSt StAiRs.” comes the playful mockery. “Fine, love.” He’s not. And that statement alone proves it. But he flashes that charming and roguish, too sharp smile, pushing the door open with his good arm, getting Danta inside to the warmth and toward the next set of stairs to their bedroom.
A gesture made as they pass by the bar along with eye contact and something mumbled has the bartender nodding and sending a gesture back to say he heard it, before the next set is before them. “Alright, up you go.” He lets Danta start stepping up before he follows him closely.
He doesn’t notice the heat to Danta’s cheeks, not as they make the final trek toward the Dusklight, relief visible in the tense lines of his face. “ThEy’Re JuSt StAiRs.” comes the playful mockery. “Fine, love.” He’s not. And that statement alone proves it. But he flashes that charming and roguish, too sharp smile, pushing the door open with his good arm, getting Danta inside to the warmth and toward the next set of stairs to their bedroom.
A gesture made as they pass by the bar along with eye contact and something mumbled has the bartender nodding and sending a gesture back to say he heard it, before the next set is before them. “Alright, up you go.” He lets Danta start stepping up before he follows him closely.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
