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
How is he feeling about his decision? “Quite well, despite everything.” He admits, shooting a small smirk over at his lover once he’s prodded at the inside of his cheek. “And while it isn’t the first time, I do not enjoy doing it every time that I do.” He admits, tilting his head up a little, ready to become snarky again when Danta snags his hand and presses a kiss to his bloodied fingertips. He relaxes almost immediately, and he does spend a few moments prodding at the wound inside his mouth again before settling.
Danta would need to likely catch up again after that feat, and he nods as he shifts to stand, his knee popping with the motion that he pretends not to notice once he’s fully upright. Taking a few moments to unleash his glamor, he does shake out his hand a little over the tray before deigning to wipe it on a nearby cloth. In this process, his horns unfurl again and his tail returns, weaving delicately behind him like a dog paying attention to its wagging. Running his fingers through his hair to settle it behind the horns, he snags the muzzle and holds it in his bound hand, before he’s snagging his glass of wine to take with him. “I have missed the bed so much, Danta.” Comes the already drunken whine, waiting to approach their den until his lover’s on his feet and ready.
Danta would need to likely catch up again after that feat, and he nods as he shifts to stand, his knee popping with the motion that he pretends not to notice once he’s fully upright. Taking a few moments to unleash his glamor, he does shake out his hand a little over the tray before deigning to wipe it on a nearby cloth. In this process, his horns unfurl again and his tail returns, weaving delicately behind him like a dog paying attention to its wagging. Running his fingers through his hair to settle it behind the horns, he snags the muzzle and holds it in his bound hand, before he’s snagging his glass of wine to take with him. “I have missed the bed so much, Danta.” Comes the already drunken whine, waiting to approach their den until his lover’s on his feet and ready.
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
