so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
He hopes it will, too. It’s been exhausting on top of the fact he refuses to sleep. Frustrating, too, with how little he can manage to do much of anything. But for now, he thinks little of the fact he hasn’t slept in forever (despite how Danta keeps track), and only seems to relax once he’s got the blanket situated around him and Danta’s legs warm and in the spot they should be, his good arm curling around by his lover’s knee as he snorts.
“No? How else am I to show my appreciation?” Coms the soft playful tease, one that has him melting more into the couch as the seconds tick on. But he isn’t going to fall asleep just yet, not when the strange breeze flits through the room and dust curls up. It sends the butcher immediately on edge, looking up and over the back of the couch to see that nothing’s different, though he can’t help but to feel watched. For the second time here in the Dusklight this week. “Did you?” He asks, distractedly, before he has to force his dark, tired gaze to his lover to see him open the gift.
Inside the careful wrapping paper, there’s a dark leather valet tray, imprinted with a brand that says for my darling Danta in a beautifully brilliant curve. It pushes away the awkwardness of the strange appearance in their room for the moment and it has the butcher settling in a little bit more, letting his attention flit up to Danta’s face for his reaction. “It is so when you inevitably run out of room on the holder I made for you—” and you threw and rebuilt “—that you will have a space to place the rest of your jewelry.” He hums softly, a touch of pride lingering through his tone. "Seeing as you wear so many of them." His thumb brushes along Danta's kneecap as he speaks in lieu of snagging one of those hands in question.
“No? How else am I to show my appreciation?” Coms the soft playful tease, one that has him melting more into the couch as the seconds tick on. But he isn’t going to fall asleep just yet, not when the strange breeze flits through the room and dust curls up. It sends the butcher immediately on edge, looking up and over the back of the couch to see that nothing’s different, though he can’t help but to feel watched. For the second time here in the Dusklight this week. “Did you?” He asks, distractedly, before he has to force his dark, tired gaze to his lover to see him open the gift.
Inside the careful wrapping paper, there’s a dark leather valet tray, imprinted with a brand that says for my darling Danta in a beautifully brilliant curve. It pushes away the awkwardness of the strange appearance in their room for the moment and it has the butcher settling in a little bit more, letting his attention flit up to Danta’s face for his reaction. “It is so when you inevitably run out of room on the holder I made for you—” and you threw and rebuilt “—that you will have a space to place the rest of your jewelry.” He hums softly, a touch of pride lingering through his tone. "Seeing as you wear so many of them." His thumb brushes along Danta's kneecap as he speaks in lieu of snagging one of those hands in question.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
