I'm where the spiders go

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

“So thoughtful.” Comes the quiet purr of affection, testing waters and boundaries as he lets the smile tug back onto his face, awkward only from the soreness and bruise that likely hides under the dressing. He lets Danta look, though, and when there’s no red that peeks through, the butcher waits patiently for him to respond before he moves. “I am sure, love.” His voice is softer here, gentler as he turns, flattening onto his back to snag the painkillers and a glass of water admittedly left out from the day before. It should work, at least.

Taking the prescribed amount and settling back in, he relaxes almost immediately to not feel the tensing of muscles against the wound with the movement, exhaling a slow breath. “Tea sounds lovely.” He nearly whines at the thought, before he shakes his head and flashes the Maverick a softer smile. “I will need to change the bandage and clean the wound, soon. Perhaps then we can make tea and retreat back in here.” His tail slips against the soft sheets, curling around Danta’s leg in another quiet test, reaching up with his hand to cup the blonde’s cheek and brush his thumb across the jut of his cheekbone. “You will let me know if you start to not feel okay, yes?”

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine