now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
Content to feel Danta nuzzle in, it’s with a low and sleepy “good morning,” that he hums back to Danta’s own greeting. His arms move, soft and gentle sweeping motions along the scarred back of his lover, content to remain there forever if possible.
He does fall asleep for a few more moments, though, waking up again to hear his hum. “Yes. Agreed.” He murmurs softly, listening to the low thump of the rain hit the window before he takes a deep inhale and begins to twist, shifting onto his side to partially be annoying but also to nuzzle into the Maverick. “I do not think I moved.. My back is sore.” He admits with a quiet chuckle, pressing a soft kiss after to his Theocrat’s crown.
He does fall asleep for a few more moments, though, waking up again to hear his hum. “Yes. Agreed.” He murmurs softly, listening to the low thump of the rain hit the window before he takes a deep inhale and begins to twist, shifting onto his side to partially be annoying but also to nuzzle into the Maverick. “I do not think I moved.. My back is sore.” He admits with a quiet chuckle, pressing a soft kiss after to his Theocrat’s crown.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
