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
“Mm, it felt as if I didn’t move.” Which, Danta could tell him whether he did or didn’t. For the most part, though, his exhaustion had been immense and he’d not even had the mental capacity in his sleep to dream up any horrors – thankfully for the both of them. So for now, hearing that his lover’s legs will manage, he winds his arm up and around his neck, fingers stroking gently along the back of his neck and the top of his shoulder.
It's that perfect position to press a kiss to his jaw, and he snorts a little to hear the response, letting him sag as he presses in a touch more. It’s the smile that’s all the answer he gets, before he’s twisting a little to glance down at the arm that’s restrained, stretching out his fingers a little with a soft sigh. “I am not sure. A part of me is anxious over whether or not I will forget that it hurts and try to use it and ruin it again.” Like he’d done days ago when he’d torn that muzzle off in his sleep.
It's that perfect position to press a kiss to his jaw, and he snorts a little to hear the response, letting him sag as he presses in a touch more. It’s the smile that’s all the answer he gets, before he’s twisting a little to glance down at the arm that’s restrained, stretching out his fingers a little with a soft sigh. “I am not sure. A part of me is anxious over whether or not I will forget that it hurts and try to use it and ruin it again.” Like he’d done days ago when he’d torn that muzzle off in his sleep.
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
