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
If it weren’t for the tears, he’d roll his eyes. But keeping his head ducked against his chest, feeling the warmth of Danta’s lips against his forehead. Instead of it, he snorts in response to the petulance, sighing lightly before he sniffles a little and pulls himself together, pressing into the kiss like it was a lifeline.
“I love you too, Danta.” His voice is as quiet as it is raw, releasing his hold on his lover to let him off his lap and under the blankets. With the absence of him, however momentarily, the butcher leans forward slightly and crosses his legs beneath the weighted blanket. Now that his hand is free, he reaches up to swipe at the tears that stain his cheeks.
He’s mostly together enough when he takes the warm cup of tea, cradling it in his one hand as he lets a soft smile grace his face as he peers down into it. “There could be worse habits you could pick up.” He drawls, before he takes a sip to soothe his sore and hoarse throat. “Thank you, though.”
“I love you too, Danta.” His voice is as quiet as it is raw, releasing his hold on his lover to let him off his lap and under the blankets. With the absence of him, however momentarily, the butcher leans forward slightly and crosses his legs beneath the weighted blanket. Now that his hand is free, he reaches up to swipe at the tears that stain his cheeks.
He’s mostly together enough when he takes the warm cup of tea, cradling it in his one hand as he lets a soft smile grace his face as he peers down into it. “There could be worse habits you could pick up.” He drawls, before he takes a sip to soothe his sore and hoarse throat. “Thank you, though.”
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
