now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
A tangle of limbs it is as they readjust and get comfortable again in the blankets of the bed, as he feels the warm touch of Danta’s hands starburst against his side, his soft breaths and smile into his neck. His own arms tighten, pressing up against his spine until his fingertips can toy with the long golden strands of his lovers hair that rest in wild, sleeptossed curls at the nape of his neck.
“Oh good.” The butcher hums through a soft laugh, though he leans into the fingers kneading against his stiff and sore muscles, twisting just enough to where it loosens the point of pain. The obnoxious nuzzle to his cheek has him snorting, tilting his head to press his lips gently to the Maverick’s temple. “No dreams. Just.. peaceful nothingness.” He hums quite contently, dragging his hands down his lover’s spine before spreading them out against his shoulder blades in his own starburst patterns. “How did you sleep, darling?” He asks, returning the obnoxious favor for pressing his head further in toward Danta, lavishing his cheek with kisses.
“Oh good.” The butcher hums through a soft laugh, though he leans into the fingers kneading against his stiff and sore muscles, twisting just enough to where it loosens the point of pain. The obnoxious nuzzle to his cheek has him snorting, tilting his head to press his lips gently to the Maverick’s temple. “No dreams. Just.. peaceful nothingness.” He hums quite contently, dragging his hands down his lover’s spine before spreading them out against his shoulder blades in his own starburst patterns. “How did you sleep, darling?” He asks, returning the obnoxious favor for pressing his head further in toward Danta, lavishing his cheek with kisses.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
