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
“It is not.” He confirms while he makes his tests, stilling only when Danta cups his cheek, allowing his dark gaze to flit to his lover immediately with a small look of a question mark. He hums softly, nodding, despising the fact that they have had to resort to his but having no other choice when things haven’t worked thus far. And he hasn’t had a chance to see their beloved Dygra yet.
So for now it will have to do, and he nods his head before he nuzzles it into Danta’s hand despite being caged, withdrawing only when the Maverick slips a little closer and winds his arms around him, easily winding the one working one he has back around him in turn. “Sure, darling.” He murmurs to the question, before he falls silent. And gods, he’d really tried to hide it, yet when it’s out in the open it sounds just as ridiculous as he feels right now.
He feels heavy and exhausted, and without the pretense of pretending, he sags a little in his arms with a puff of a sound. “I had imagined it would be safer.” Comes the quiet admission, but with the muzzle in place and without any triggering thoughts, the butcher does in fact, take the Maverick up on his offer. He shifts, pulling the blanket with him, still keeping his glamour up as he tries to aim for pressing his head into Danta’s lap, his exhaustion growing more evident by the minute. So much so, in fact, that the second he’s found the comfort of being wrapped up in the blanket and toasty warm without his arm killing him, he's only awake long enough to murmur a tired "was it that obvious?"
So for now it will have to do, and he nods his head before he nuzzles it into Danta’s hand despite being caged, withdrawing only when the Maverick slips a little closer and winds his arms around him, easily winding the one working one he has back around him in turn. “Sure, darling.” He murmurs to the question, before he falls silent. And gods, he’d really tried to hide it, yet when it’s out in the open it sounds just as ridiculous as he feels right now.
He feels heavy and exhausted, and without the pretense of pretending, he sags a little in his arms with a puff of a sound. “I had imagined it would be safer.” Comes the quiet admission, but with the muzzle in place and without any triggering thoughts, the butcher does in fact, take the Maverick up on his offer. He shifts, pulling the blanket with him, still keeping his glamour up as he tries to aim for pressing his head into Danta’s lap, his exhaustion growing more evident by the minute. So much so, in fact, that the second he’s found the comfort of being wrapped up in the blanket and toasty warm without his arm killing him, he's only awake long enough to murmur a tired "was it that obvious?"
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
