and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
Whenever he likes would likely be an absolute buzzkill given the fact he wants to say maybe right now, but that’s before hands snake in against Danta’s hips that aren’t his own. It ignites it tenfold, even if he tries to be good, flashing the warning with his teeth as opposed to much else. And it’s that possessiveness that keeps him pressed intimately against Danta, leaning into the hand in his hair like it’ll soothe the feral beast within.
(It does.)
“I do not wish to ruin it if you are still having fun.” He admits to him, eyes a touch softer but still wary as he feels the crowds around them brush against them and his back. It makes his skin crawl, but he’ll stick it out if Danta wants to continue to enjoy the dance. It’s the least he can do.
(It does.)
“I do not wish to ruin it if you are still having fun.” He admits to him, eyes a touch softer but still wary as he feels the crowds around them brush against them and his back. It makes his skin crawl, but he’ll stick it out if Danta wants to continue to enjoy the dance. It’s the least he can do.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
