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
Humming a note in lieu of you’re welcome, the butcher’s focus is heavy on the swaths of rust and red that cling to Danta’s pale and scarred skin. Chasing them until they’re gone, he trails it up to his face, tracing the handsome sharp panes of his cheekbones and jaw. And even if there isn’t anything to clean up here, he imagines based off of the long sigh, that it feels quite good.
Lowering his hand to dunk and rinse again, he smooths it over his lovers shoulders now when he speaks next, heavy dark eyes focusing on his lips. “That sounds good.” He hums softly, defeat lacing through his tone as he hands over the cloth and stills, hand dropping into his lap and twitching his fingers over the blanket. His eyes slip shut as he works on clearing away the blood and tears against his face and chest.
And it’s a long few moments before he decides how to respond to Danta’s words. “What else can we do?” He asks quietly, as if the Maverick has a silent plan he can’t fathom yet. Which only leads the butcher to think of Dygra as his last resort. Perhaps she can make him something to help him sleep at night without being woken like a spooked, abused dog.
Lowering his hand to dunk and rinse again, he smooths it over his lovers shoulders now when he speaks next, heavy dark eyes focusing on his lips. “That sounds good.” He hums softly, defeat lacing through his tone as he hands over the cloth and stills, hand dropping into his lap and twitching his fingers over the blanket. His eyes slip shut as he works on clearing away the blood and tears against his face and chest.
And it’s a long few moments before he decides how to respond to Danta’s words. “What else can we do?” He asks quietly, as if the Maverick has a silent plan he can’t fathom yet. Which only leads the butcher to think of Dygra as his last resort. Perhaps she can make him something to help him sleep at night without being woken like a spooked, abused dog.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
