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
Nodding to get those two pills out per each bottle to help the Maverick out, it’s a challenge to not move his arm. But stubbornly, he manages it, leaning so effortlessly onto the touch of Danta’s warming hands against bronze, scarred skin, ignoring the way the bruise is black as it radiates against his neck and chest opposite of where Danta gives his affections.
He doesn’t expect the question, if he's being honest. The weary sorrow meets that masked, easy gaze, and the butcher blinks a touch as he tries to figure out how to answer. Ordinarily it would be an easy way to sluff it off. But this is the love of his life, if he can’t be honest with him, then what’s left?
“Not yet.” He says, offering an apologetic smile up his lover's way. “I know you won’t hurt me. I’m just.. I’m not ready yet. That’s all.” He knows he’s in no danger from the blonde.
His main concern is that he himself is the danger.
“What kind of tea do you want?” He asks, trying to shift the subject as effortlessly as possible.
He doesn’t expect the question, if he's being honest. The weary sorrow meets that masked, easy gaze, and the butcher blinks a touch as he tries to figure out how to answer. Ordinarily it would be an easy way to sluff it off. But this is the love of his life, if he can’t be honest with him, then what’s left?
“Not yet.” He says, offering an apologetic smile up his lover's way. “I know you won’t hurt me. I’m just.. I’m not ready yet. That’s all.” He knows he’s in no danger from the blonde.
His main concern is that he himself is the danger.
“What kind of tea do you want?” He asks, trying to shift the subject as effortlessly as possible.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
