reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“A perfect remedy.” One he nearly adds that he thinks Isla would approve of – not that he would presume to assume what an actual doctor might say about that plan. For now, though, his hand drops to Danta’s shoulder, gentle and warm and still very much damp with the water of the rainbow road they’re sitting in.
He can’t answer immediately with the way Danta leans in to press the ghost of a kiss to his lips – and he mourns the loss of the true kiss even if it would likely spread more of the blood to flow into his beard. But he takes what he can get for the moment. “I will do my best.” He vows to the reminder, because it’s not like it would matter if it was by accident anyway until after the damage had been done.
Besides, he’s reminiscing right now, and the playful mischief in his gaze is one he knows Danta should be wary of whether he does or doesn’t put out. “Mm, no, I was recalling how dreadfully cold the water was and how much better this one was.” He drawls, but the distraction proves useful as he surges in to claim a real kiss, split lip be damned, at the same time the ground vibrates a precursor to the geyser that erupts away from them but enough to shower them in another fine, rainbow sheen mist.
He can’t answer immediately with the way Danta leans in to press the ghost of a kiss to his lips – and he mourns the loss of the true kiss even if it would likely spread more of the blood to flow into his beard. But he takes what he can get for the moment. “I will do my best.” He vows to the reminder, because it’s not like it would matter if it was by accident anyway until after the damage had been done.
Besides, he’s reminiscing right now, and the playful mischief in his gaze is one he knows Danta should be wary of whether he does or doesn’t put out. “Mm, no, I was recalling how dreadfully cold the water was and how much better this one was.” He drawls, but the distraction proves useful as he surges in to claim a real kiss, split lip be damned, at the same time the ground vibrates a precursor to the geyser that erupts away from them but enough to shower them in another fine, rainbow sheen mist.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
