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
“You’re not useless.” He murmurs, a deep sense of conviction in his tone that suggests regardless of what Danta thought, he’d never find him useless. Perking up a little at the idea of celebrating, the butcher huffs another warm breath into his lovers head before nuzzling in with a nod. “A dessert plate and tea, too.” Because it would be impossible for a sugar high when they both were that fucking exhausted.
He sees Danta pull back, though, his dark gaze black in the din of their den as he meets his lover’s blues. “Mm, well, I do have to attempt to sleep sometime. I am sure you remember when I attempted avoiding it?” He murmurs softly with a soft laugh, lifting his chin a fraction to give Danta more room against his neck. His fingertips trail idle patterns into his spine and lower back, ghosting against the edges of his ribs. “I am trying to balance being in top shape despite my trauma.” He informs him a touch haughtily.
He sees Danta pull back, though, his dark gaze black in the din of their den as he meets his lover’s blues. “Mm, well, I do have to attempt to sleep sometime. I am sure you remember when I attempted avoiding it?” He murmurs softly with a soft laugh, lifting his chin a fraction to give Danta more room against his neck. His fingertips trail idle patterns into his spine and lower back, ghosting against the edges of his ribs. “I am trying to balance being in top shape despite my trauma.” He informs him a touch haughtily.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
