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
The kiss sparks the pull of a small smile as it blooms on his face, relishing in the touch of warm, fire heated hands against his chest beneath the threadbare shirt (as if he can’t stand the feel of the fabric – which isn’t entirely wrong). “You are no fun.” The butcher whines, but the dramaticism dies with the hum of a low, accented laugh as if to concede the point – though he certainly doesn’t want Danta anywhere near the cow man in order to offer the advice. Perhaps that’s something their workers could do instead with a bit of motivation.
Regardless, though, the obnoxious nuzzle is met with one of his own. His bearded jaw brushing slightly roughly against Danta’s smooth skin as one hand abandons the rib to rest atop the Maverick’s. “I have had centuries of practice.” He teases, because they both know that the majority of those centuries had been hidden away in stone doing absolutely jack shit. It was still fun to tout, however.
Releasing Danta reluctantly, the bone settles in his lap as does the small, thin blade as he watches him search for something to wear – spending the few moments admiring him and the curve and bend of his body before it’s all covered up. “I would have joined, but I thought you could use some alone time.” He nods his chin toward the faint bruises still lingering around his lover’s hips, a bit of satisfaction still appearing in the smile on his face. "Next time, perhaps."
Regardless, though, the obnoxious nuzzle is met with one of his own. His bearded jaw brushing slightly roughly against Danta’s smooth skin as one hand abandons the rib to rest atop the Maverick’s. “I have had centuries of practice.” He teases, because they both know that the majority of those centuries had been hidden away in stone doing absolutely jack shit. It was still fun to tout, however.
Releasing Danta reluctantly, the bone settles in his lap as does the small, thin blade as he watches him search for something to wear – spending the few moments admiring him and the curve and bend of his body before it’s all covered up. “I would have joined, but I thought you could use some alone time.” He nods his chin toward the faint bruises still lingering around his lover’s hips, a bit of satisfaction still appearing in the smile on his face. "Next time, perhaps."
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
