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
Completely unaware of anything that happens while he’s passed out, Danta’s free to utilize his chest for the green yarn and whatever else he deems to be a decent project in the interim. He’s also unaware of the fussing, though something with the way Danta’s fingers stroke through his hair and the soft ribbons of flame have him relaxing more and more.
It’s when the Last Whisper is in full swing for the evening that he starts to wake up, in a slow series of shifting his head and low rumbles of sounds that escape him, his good arm lifting and winding around his still hornless head, pressing into Danta’s side as he stretches out a little, before his head tilts the other way, pressing his face into the Maverick’s stomach, eyelids twitching like he’s coming to terms with being awake enough to open them.
It’s when the Last Whisper is in full swing for the evening that he starts to wake up, in a slow series of shifting his head and low rumbles of sounds that escape him, his good arm lifting and winding around his still hornless head, pressing into Danta’s side as he stretches out a little, before his head tilts the other way, pressing his face into the Maverick’s stomach, eyelids twitching like he’s coming to terms with being awake enough to open them.
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
