If you're standing in the cold out of fear your flaws will show
“Mm, you have been. In more ways than just that, darling.” Comes the soft hum, the shared breath, withdrawing only slightly to continue fussing over the state of his hair and the sticky red crimson sap that clings to his lover’s pale face. His fingers are determined, focused, until they falter with Danta’s comment — struck with the reversal of their positions. Where once, Danta had to hide the corvid within his skin, such is that the butcher has to hide the nightmares within his own.
He’s silent for a few moments as he contemplates just how to answer, his fingers slowing in the way they thread through golden strands, his dark gaze focused yet somehow glazed in a way that seems to suggest he isn’t fully there. At least until he speaks. “I did not fully let loose, but it was enough. Do not worry, my sweet crow.” His smile is softer, leaning forward to press his forehead against Danta’s and close his eyes, indulging in the moment for a few long moments (if partially to ensure in his delight that he hasn’t let some of his shadows loose with his lack of attention to it).
He’s silent for a few moments as he contemplates just how to answer, his fingers slowing in the way they thread through golden strands, his dark gaze focused yet somehow glazed in a way that seems to suggest he isn’t fully there. At least until he speaks. “I did not fully let loose, but it was enough. Do not worry, my sweet crow.” His smile is softer, leaning forward to press his forehead against Danta’s and close his eyes, indulging in the moment for a few long moments (if partially to ensure in his delight that he hasn’t let some of his shadows loose with his lack of attention to it).
Astaroth
We can live out where the warmth is 'til our names are etched in stone
