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
The end of his spaded tail flicks a touch more rapidly when the glass of wine is filled and handed back, and he does manage to flash a grateful smile toward his lover before he’s beginning to make his way toward the bed, humming a note of agreement when they reach the darkened interior, setting his wine glass down on the side table of a portion of the bed he hasn’t seen in days. A flare of magic has the oil lamps in their room lowering but the fire remaining just as high and warm to battle the chill outside. “That is quite good, yes.” He murmurs in response, before his gaze drifts across the bed to the Maverick with the announcement.
He would protest, but given the bandage on his arm and everything he’s put him through the last three days, he realizes he doesn’t have anything to stand on. And so, he snorts and sheds his clothes the best he can given his arm, debates removing the sling again before leaving it on, and slides into the bed with a whisper of fabric from the sheets and furs to curl up with enough room for the Maverick to indeed be that big spoon – and to help him with the muzzle, because he inevitably will require the additional hand. He can, however, hold it against his face, but he doesn’t deign to do that until he gets one last kiss from the Theocrat, twisting enough to nearly demand it by his positioning as he presses his scarred back against Danta’s chest.
He would protest, but given the bandage on his arm and everything he’s put him through the last three days, he realizes he doesn’t have anything to stand on. And so, he snorts and sheds his clothes the best he can given his arm, debates removing the sling again before leaving it on, and slides into the bed with a whisper of fabric from the sheets and furs to curl up with enough room for the Maverick to indeed be that big spoon – and to help him with the muzzle, because he inevitably will require the additional hand. He can, however, hold it against his face, but he doesn’t deign to do that until he gets one last kiss from the Theocrat, twisting enough to nearly demand it by his positioning as he presses his scarred back against Danta’s chest.
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
