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 makes sense, honestly, but the butcher can only flash an almost sheepish smile of amusement up at his lover from where he’s pressed his bearded face into his chest. He stills from his fussing when Danta begins to press at the tight muscles of his good shoulder, immediately causing him to relax and press a bit more of his willowy weight against the Maverick. “Whatever would you do without my companionship, mm?” He teases softly, before he pulls himself out of the lull Danta has tried to put him in, relaxing a touch when he explains his thoughts of the sling.
“I am quite lucky, darling.” Comes the soft purr, shifting when Danta shifts to blanket him a bit better – but it also allows his good hand to slip up his chest to cup the side of his face and thread his fingers through his blonde locks, humming a sound of contemplation as the offer’s listed out. “That sounds lovely.” Gods knew he could use more sleep anyway, but at least the nap had staved the edge off. And perhaps the mixture of alcohol and the exhaustion and a muzzle that worked once more might be enough to keep him from dreaming anything terrible.
Shifting again to blanket Danta even more, he rises himself up a touch to claim a true kiss against the Maverick’s lips, before he withdraws slightly, brushing the hair back from his face where he continues to keep his glamour up with nothing for the hair to wind around to stay back. “Perhaps we could pass out in the bed, finally?” He’d avoided it like the plague, but it sounded perfect right this second.
“I am quite lucky, darling.” Comes the soft purr, shifting when Danta shifts to blanket him a bit better – but it also allows his good hand to slip up his chest to cup the side of his face and thread his fingers through his blonde locks, humming a sound of contemplation as the offer’s listed out. “That sounds lovely.” Gods knew he could use more sleep anyway, but at least the nap had staved the edge off. And perhaps the mixture of alcohol and the exhaustion and a muzzle that worked once more might be enough to keep him from dreaming anything terrible.
Shifting again to blanket Danta even more, he rises himself up a touch to claim a true kiss against the Maverick’s lips, before he withdraws slightly, brushing the hair back from his face where he continues to keep his glamour up with nothing for the hair to wind around to stay back. “Perhaps we could pass out in the bed, finally?” He’d avoided it like the plague, but it sounded perfect right this second.
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
