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
Why ruin the moment with a pathetic attempt at leapfrog (given their positioning), when he could simply buoy it with affection and adoration – and a deep desire to actually feel the press of Danta’s lips against his own. He can feel the surprise before it melts into the return kiss, the butcher easily tugging Danta back into him, even if it means he has to prop himself up on an elbow so as to not go under the water again.
Warm water from the geyser’s mist sprays down on them and in spite of the still stinging pain of his lip, the butcher’s tail curls beneath the water to wind around Danta’s leg as his free arm winds around his middle. “You made me more of a mess.” He retorts affectionately, his eyes slipping closed to indulge in the detangling of his hair from his horns. “Yet I am happy to be your mess all the same.” He tacks on for good measure. Because while he usually had an aversion to such things, somehow it feels okay to be so long as Danta was with him.
Warm water from the geyser’s mist sprays down on them and in spite of the still stinging pain of his lip, the butcher’s tail curls beneath the water to wind around Danta’s leg as his free arm winds around his middle. “You made me more of a mess.” He retorts affectionately, his eyes slipping closed to indulge in the detangling of his hair from his horns. “Yet I am happy to be your mess all the same.” He tacks on for good measure. Because while he usually had an aversion to such things, somehow it feels okay to be so long as Danta was with him.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
