now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
He’s awed as he is amazed about delving in and being able to run his fingers along the midnight black of Danta’s feathers, fussing over him enough that he helps keep him from falling over even as he leans into the affection. He doesn’t flinch with any sounds made, offers up his fingers for Danta to try and preen, and he can’t keep the smile from lingering on his face.
He does let him go when he’s had enough, though, watching as crow becomes man again, hating the distance between them as he draws up and rubs at his eyes. He reaches for him, tugging him back into him like a relentless teen. “It is amazing, isn’t it?” He breathes, his excitement palpable. “I feel so free.” Comes the admission, like suddenly all of the strings that held him back were gone.
He does let him go when he’s had enough, though, watching as crow becomes man again, hating the distance between them as he draws up and rubs at his eyes. He reaches for him, tugging him back into him like a relentless teen. “It is amazing, isn’t it?” He breathes, his excitement palpable. “I feel so free.” Comes the admission, like suddenly all of the strings that held him back were gone.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
