// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
He sits there gently and easily on the edge of the bed, ensuring that he’s tucked her in well enough that the press of blankets might at least be some form of weak cellophane against the holes she feels in her soul. It’s the least he can do, he thinks, given that he can’t stay. And if it had been some other season, he might have been able to make the decision to remain. But for now, well, he does what he can and it seems to be enough.
Her thank you greets him, a surprise that he keeps deftly hidden behind the softer shark-tooth smile he aims her way, his hand smoothing down from her tangle of dark hair to her shoulder where he squeezes her gently. “You are most welcome, darling.” Comes the softer hum, the gentle drum, remaining there at her side until he’s certain she’s fallen asleep. He won't move until he's positive.
Her thank you greets him, a surprise that he keeps deftly hidden behind the softer shark-tooth smile he aims her way, his hand smoothing down from her tangle of dark hair to her shoulder where he squeezes her gently. “You are most welcome, darling.” Comes the softer hum, the gentle drum, remaining there at her side until he’s certain she’s fallen asleep. He won't move until he's positive.
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
