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
Hearing it repeated, back to him like his own little mantra, the butcher nuzzles in a touch more before Danta’s leaning back to look at him more fully. His hands lift, toying with the ends of wild strands of blond, before he exhales a quiet hum into the kiss, feeling his lover’s arms curl around him tighter.
“I love you too.” He murmurs quietly but with all the honesty that the butcher has in his bones. He leans into the touch to his hair, growing quieter as he peers up at his lover, dark eyes softer than they had been when they’d woken, as if the Maverick’s words had softened the hard shell he’d been building around his emotions.
He leans up into the space, uncaring of the pain it sparks in his chest. He presses his forehead against Danta’s briefly, before pulling away to untangle them to get out of bed. “It shan’t take long.” He hums softly, flashing a soft smile over his shoulder toward the other Ancient, before he’s able to get out of the bed to tend to his wounds and bandage and tea kettle put onto the fire.
- FIN
“I love you too.” He murmurs quietly but with all the honesty that the butcher has in his bones. He leans into the touch to his hair, growing quieter as he peers up at his lover, dark eyes softer than they had been when they’d woken, as if the Maverick’s words had softened the hard shell he’d been building around his emotions.
He leans up into the space, uncaring of the pain it sparks in his chest. He presses his forehead against Danta’s briefly, before pulling away to untangle them to get out of bed. “It shan’t take long.” He hums softly, flashing a soft smile over his shoulder toward the other Ancient, before he’s able to get out of the bed to tend to his wounds and bandage and tea kettle put onto the fire.
- FIN
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
