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
“I love you too.” He says with a surprising amount of fervor in the statement. As if they were his last words and he needed to ensure that if something cemented from tonight, it was that fact alone. He could take a blade between the ribs. He could take Danta running from him so long as the Maverick knew deep down just how much he meant to him.
His head tilts into the hand that cups his cheek, his dark eyes hollow and haunted, nodding his understanding in a gentle little nuzzle that doesn’t have him moving too much. “I am on your timeline. Whenever you would like to try, I will do so.” A promise, that maybe one day when he unleashes it either knowingly or not, that Danta would no longer need to fully hide from him.
One hand abandons Danta’s side to lift and cup the hand at his cheek, adding that extra boon of warmth and connection as he lets the thoughts in his mind fall from his lips, feeling as if they need to be heard now more than ever before. “Danta,” he braces himself with a somewhat shallow breath. “I am so sorry for every scar and all of the pain I have ever left you with.” Physically and mentally. Each and every single one of them. He doesn't know if he's ever apologized so sincerely. The butcher can't remember right now. All he knows is that he has to say it.
His head tilts into the hand that cups his cheek, his dark eyes hollow and haunted, nodding his understanding in a gentle little nuzzle that doesn’t have him moving too much. “I am on your timeline. Whenever you would like to try, I will do so.” A promise, that maybe one day when he unleashes it either knowingly or not, that Danta would no longer need to fully hide from him.
One hand abandons Danta’s side to lift and cup the hand at his cheek, adding that extra boon of warmth and connection as he lets the thoughts in his mind fall from his lips, feeling as if they need to be heard now more than ever before. “Danta,” he braces himself with a somewhat shallow breath. “I am so sorry for every scar and all of the pain I have ever left you with.” Physically and mentally. Each and every single one of them. He doesn't know if he's ever apologized so sincerely. The butcher can't remember right now. All he knows is that he has to say it.
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
