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
Oh, he would, too. All kinds of trouble that the butcher already can see (mostly because they are in fact aimed at him these days). Not that he’s complaining, of course. He quite likes having any and all ones of Danta’s attention. The more chaotic the better, if you ask him.
As it stands, he lets a soft laugh leave him before he’s shifting the subject, to blink at his lover with affection radiating from eyes made a near dark black with the lowlight of the room. “Mhm.” Is the muffled answer, given into the claiming kiss, before he makes his suggestion. “Lovely.” He purrs, shifting to try and get upright.
It does take him time to get up there, just as it takes time for Danta to get upright in turn. He finally manages it, though, and glances momentarily at his arm in the slung before he’s focusing on the glass offered, mocking a soft playful gasp to hear Danta’s already sampled it. “You got a head start, darling?” He’s playfully dramatic, the lines of distraught he harbors on his face nothing more than pure acting as he lifts the glass to his lips in response, taking a sip and humming at the taste. It was quite delicious, though he shouldn’t be surprised. Danta knew how to pick divine wines. “Very lovely choice, but alas I must catch up, no?” He glances over at the Maverick before he downs the glass and holds it out for more.
As it stands, he lets a soft laugh leave him before he’s shifting the subject, to blink at his lover with affection radiating from eyes made a near dark black with the lowlight of the room. “Mhm.” Is the muffled answer, given into the claiming kiss, before he makes his suggestion. “Lovely.” He purrs, shifting to try and get upright.
It does take him time to get up there, just as it takes time for Danta to get upright in turn. He finally manages it, though, and glances momentarily at his arm in the slung before he’s focusing on the glass offered, mocking a soft playful gasp to hear Danta’s already sampled it. “You got a head start, darling?” He’s playfully dramatic, the lines of distraught he harbors on his face nothing more than pure acting as he lifts the glass to his lips in response, taking a sip and humming at the taste. It was quite delicious, though he shouldn’t be surprised. Danta knew how to pick divine wines. “Very lovely choice, but alas I must catch up, no?” He glances over at the Maverick before he downs the glass and holds it out for more.
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
