so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
He melts inch by inch into Danta’s embrace, as he feels it slowly become okay for the monster to hold his lover. His face remains buried in against his neck, eyes shutting with the brush of lashes against his skin, his breaths slow and gentle. Carefully drawn in to not jostle his wound or bandages even as he presses in harder to Danta’s hug.
“For not pushing me away.” He murmurs softly, a warm whisper in the small amount of air between them. He relaxes further under the press and weight of his lover’s fingers as they trail along his scar tissue, as they hold each other until it feels like the pieces are back into place, pushed far enough in from the ledge that they won’t immediately fall off.
Nodding into his shoulder, he slowly starts to withdraw, his dark gaze focusing on Danta’s face while keeping his arms around him. “It will.” It has to be.
“For not pushing me away.” He murmurs softly, a warm whisper in the small amount of air between them. He relaxes further under the press and weight of his lover’s fingers as they trail along his scar tissue, as they hold each other until it feels like the pieces are back into place, pushed far enough in from the ledge that they won’t immediately fall off.
Nodding into his shoulder, he slowly starts to withdraw, his dark gaze focusing on Danta’s face while keeping his arms around him. “It will.” It has to be.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
