you see right through the lies in my eyes, and it's all underneath
if you take the time to scratch the surface,
if you take the time to scratch the surface,
The masks are worn, slid into place for both of their benefits. And the butcher keeps that easy smile on his face despite not feeling a single inch of the ease of which the smile suggests. “Alright.” He murmurs softly, slipping his hands behind him to clasp together at his lower back to prevent him from doing anything he might regret later. He’s fairly certain he’s in control of himself, but it was better to be safer than not these days.
Especially when he felt like he was a walking hairpin trigger.
“I will.” Because he’s going to watch him shift, so he doesn’t have a moment to think that it might not be Danta before him, despite how all reasoning would prove otherwise. So eh watches his lover turn into his nightmare, his stomach tightening and sinking, nausea burning at the back of his throat. But he stays still, eerily so, only the ashen tip of his tail flicking to show life. And he’s very silent as Danta preens, thankful that he isn’t facing him while he flits through his feathers. And he waits, hands clenched tight enough that he might bruise the inner webbing of his hand by the time they’re done.
Especially when he felt like he was a walking hairpin trigger.
“I will.” Because he’s going to watch him shift, so he doesn’t have a moment to think that it might not be Danta before him, despite how all reasoning would prove otherwise. So eh watches his lover turn into his nightmare, his stomach tightening and sinking, nausea burning at the back of his throat. But he stays still, eerily so, only the ashen tip of his tail flicking to show life. And he’s very silent as Danta preens, thankful that he isn’t facing him while he flits through his feathers. And he waits, hands clenched tight enough that he might bruise the inner webbing of his hand by the time they’re done.
Astaroth
i'll show you where the hurt is
