[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

Ignoring the Maverick’s laugh, he takes the opportunity as soon as it’s presented to snake his arm around his middle, relishing in the fingers that thread through his dark, soft hair. As he opens his eyes, there’s still weariness, but far less than there had been before. The bags still sit under his eyes but they’re no longer as dark or as heavy looking. And at the press of his fingers to his jaw, the tension soothes there to leave him quite the malleable cannibal settled into Danta’s lap.

He blinks a few times to snatch some amount of awareness, a warm breath exhaled at his stomach in a low release. “You are so kind to me, darling.” He mumbles in his rough, sleep driven voice, but he peers up at his lover with the glimmer of a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. He remains like that for a few long moments before he’s shifting slightly, utilizing the arm behind Danta to steady himself as he sits up just enough to press into his chest now rather than his stomach, his cheek pressed just under his collarbone as his hand smooths out flatly at the small of his back. “What did you get us to eat?” He hums softly, unable to peel himself away yet to look.

Astaroth

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