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
The smile he flashes is equal parts apologetic as it is grateful, less toothy and soft for the Maverick than it would be for anyone else. It’s a smile that fades as he feels the press of peppering kisses against his cheeks, with Danta deftly cutting them through the heaviest portion of the crowd. “It is vastly dfferent.” He admits. Luckily, he already feels as if he can breathe again, sucking in a long and slow breath as they move further out, following Danta’s lead in loosening his glamour once he’s sure the Maverick’s hands are nowhere near his hair to be hit by their reappearance.
“Please.” He hopes it doesn’t sound as much like a plea as he thinks it does, the reddening of his face still on full display as he keeps one hand in Danta’s and follows him out of the bar, the cool air greeting them in comparison to the heat of the inside. He takes a few longer breaths to settle himself, squeezing Danta’s hand before he’s sinking back against the wall just outside it. He tugs Danta closer to him, because while he doesn’t want anyone else to touch him, he definitely craves Danta’s touch still.
“Please.” He hopes it doesn’t sound as much like a plea as he thinks it does, the reddening of his face still on full display as he keeps one hand in Danta’s and follows him out of the bar, the cool air greeting them in comparison to the heat of the inside. He takes a few longer breaths to settle himself, squeezing Danta’s hand before he’s sinking back against the wall just outside it. He tugs Danta closer to him, because while he doesn’t want anyone else to touch him, he definitely craves Danta’s touch still.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
