we thieves and lovers will keep up our urges to sin, to sin
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
let your desire be simply acquired within, within
The sass is accompanied by a low hum of a laugh that softens as Danta begins to crash. He holds him, pressing tender and gentle kisses against him as he slumps against his shoulder, and he’s quite content to let him sleep for however long he wishes. He doesn’t even change the room all that much, simply speeding along the sunset of the Climb until night falls, a storm on the horizon that he deftly keeps away until he feels Danta stirring.
It’s still stiflingly warm, as the Climb often was, with the dark blue hue of the rocks broken up by the flares of magma rivers brightening up the occasional dark corner of their view. And he’s spent the time while Danta slept, watching a couple of fyrhunds prowl on the hunt. Lights have sparked to life in little bobbing orbs amongst the silks of the bed and the actual room they find themselves in, with the wide expanse of the Climb at night in the distance in that same panoramic view.
He may have dozed off for a few moments himself, too, but for the most part he’s been well and awake enough to keep his arms around Danta and hold him close, littering his skin with affection until he feels him stir and stretch, shifting himself to make room for the full stretch. “You needed your sleep.” He murmurs playfully, taking the moment to stretch out himself as he wills the lightning to come closer — one of Danta’s favorites if he recalls — allowing the low rumble of thunder to echo and roll down the crevices of the Climb. “How was your nap, darling?”
It’s still stiflingly warm, as the Climb often was, with the dark blue hue of the rocks broken up by the flares of magma rivers brightening up the occasional dark corner of their view. And he’s spent the time while Danta slept, watching a couple of fyrhunds prowl on the hunt. Lights have sparked to life in little bobbing orbs amongst the silks of the bed and the actual room they find themselves in, with the wide expanse of the Climb at night in the distance in that same panoramic view.
He may have dozed off for a few moments himself, too, but for the most part he’s been well and awake enough to keep his arms around Danta and hold him close, littering his skin with affection until he feels him stir and stretch, shifting himself to make room for the full stretch. “You needed your sleep.” He murmurs playfully, taking the moment to stretch out himself as he wills the lightning to come closer — one of Danta’s favorites if he recalls — allowing the low rumble of thunder to echo and roll down the crevices of the Climb. “How was your nap, darling?”
Astaroth
if you want me all to yourself, then take on the leap
