[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

“It would make the most sense, yes.” Comes the soft tonations of his voice, eyeing the plate of food as its brought to rest in the Maverick’s lap – as he makes the mental plans of how he might balance the wine glass before he realizes his hand isn’t broken and he can still absolutely hold onto things, he just can’t lift that arm. (He’s still quite tired, forgive him). Shifting it so that the glass is held in the hand that sits in the sling, the butcher’s attention immediately lifts to Danta as he reaches for a cube of cheese, brows pinching despite the smile that ghosts across his lover’s face.

Warmth spreads through him with the wine and the pain killer mixture, and he meets his impossibly beautiful blue gaze with dark honey of his own. “We are in the building.” He agrees before he puffs out a little sound and shifts to sit a touch closer, brushing his good shoulder against Danta’s, pressing in to his side given that both of his hands are full. “And you, darling, are not her.” Regardless of the things he may have said in anger forever ago. “She ran everything based off of fear, swift and strict punishment, and compliance because of it.” Which… he doesn’t verbally draw the parallels between his own position and how it could be considered exactly the same. He does think about it, though. “You are brilliant and chaotic and beautiful. You are fierce when you are required to be, but you are fun, too. The Dusklight enjoys your presence. It does not become tense or anxious because of it. You do not need to feel as if you are less because you are not ruling how she had ruled.”

Astaroth

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