run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
The door is loud, though the butcher hadn’t been asleep or even that close to succumbing to it. He’d been tossing and turning, and he does try to keep himself buried beneath the blankets, kind of expecting Danta to snag something from the room and leave again.
But that doesn’t happen.
Light filtrates in, whatever little amount is there, because he squints up at his lover when the blankets are drawn back. “I have yet to be successful.” He admits quietly, shifting back to make room, waiting for Danta to crawl beneath the blankets before he wraps his arms around him tightly and nestles in against his better judgement. “I’m almost done, at least.” He announces quietly, like it makes this better having an endpoint in sight.
But that doesn’t happen.
Light filtrates in, whatever little amount is there, because he squints up at his lover when the blankets are drawn back. “I have yet to be successful.” He admits quietly, shifting back to make room, waiting for Danta to crawl beneath the blankets before he wraps his arms around him tightly and nestles in against his better judgement. “I’m almost done, at least.” He announces quietly, like it makes this better having an endpoint in sight.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
