and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
His dark gaze flits over toward the Maverick as he makes his arrival, his disappointment clearly written on his face with the frown that tugs at smile lines unused to such movement on the butcher’s face. The tiny blade makes another slice, another sliver falling into the small bowl settled in his lap as his ashen tail jerks back and forth. “Would be a shame if he lost his wallet, wouldn’t it?” Comes the grumble under his breath – definitely loud enough for the Theocrat wreathed in flame to dry him off to hear as he makes his approach.
There’s a warm sigh that passes by his lips, the rib bone lowering slightly as does the blade as he tilts his head into the pressure against his bearded cheek. “For the moment it is working.” He lifts the rib for Danta to see, the etchings of rose buds and hyacinths making up the basis of the floral piece. “How was your shower?” He asks, tilting his head to peer up at his lover, tail whipping slower now that he’s closer.
There’s a warm sigh that passes by his lips, the rib bone lowering slightly as does the blade as he tilts his head into the pressure against his bearded cheek. “For the moment it is working.” He lifts the rib for Danta to see, the etchings of rose buds and hyacinths making up the basis of the floral piece. “How was your shower?” He asks, tilting his head to peer up at his lover, tail whipping slower now that he’s closer.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
