[SE] sleep deprivations got me at my heels

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

Nose wrinkling to hear that it was funny, the butcher doesn’t have a response that would do him any justice on his thought process. So, silent but with the very air of a huff leaving him as his only response, he does settle in the Maverick’s lap, allowing himself to be doted on as his lover’s slender fingers brush his dark hair back and he can feel their warmth against the bridge of his nose.

“Ah.” He says to the follow up, that his conversational skills are lacking with the little amount of sleep he’s gotten ever since it’s happened. Luckily, however, he dwells on it minimally as he gets comfortable, the lull of sleep drawing his attention away from anything meaningful. A soft “okay” escaping him in response to the fact Danta would stay awake just in case.

It takes approximately less than a minute before the butcher’s out, in a very deep and very heavy sleep, hardly moving aside from the rise of his chest and the slight twitch of his foot in his sleep, curled up as it is on the couch. A soft snore escapes him on occasion, but unless Danta moves him or wakes him, he’ll be out for a good portion of time.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine