ghost towns

/// come close to midnight, hell fade me down
and then my eyes got used to the darkness

“That sounds far better.” He purrs playfully, because yes Danta, you did harass him with the surprise party. A pity one, despite it being in Sunjata’s territory, meant that at least it was a private room for whatever they desired and if he wanted it to be distinctly a space where Sunjata wasn’t welcome? Well, he could do that gladly.

Ah, but the gentle press of Danta’s kiss to his bearded jaw has his arms looping around him properly, hands flattening out to spread his starbursting fingers along his back and shoulders, slouching with his posture only a touch so that Danta’s kiss hits his cheek properly, and if it has the benefit of pressing his hips into him, it’s Astaroth’s little secret.

Instead, the butcher gasps a playfully dramatic sound, shifting them slightly so that his shadow can’t make an appearance as he hears it, the grin that splits across his face is playful and warm. “Do not let him hear that. He is the horribly jealous type.” A conspirators whisper as he lowers his forehead to Danta’s own, before withdrawing just a fraction to claim a very much needed kiss.

Astaroth

and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///