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
If it were anyone else alleviating his worries and shame, he’d deny it until his very last breath. But with Danta telling him that it was fine, that it wasn’t something he should worry about? It relieves him immensely. Enough that he sags a touch under his haunt’s shadows, pressing against Danta’s touch with ease. “Thank you, darling.” His tone harbors an incredible amount of gratitude, like its been a breath he’s held onto until he had the okay to exhale.
And so he does, feeling the stretch of his lovers smile beneath his lips with the gentle kiss, ignorant of the way his tail wags at the spaded tip as an obvious indicator of his delight. “Mm, unfortunately I suppose you will.” He whines in all of his traditional dramatic tones – loosening his hold on him as he starts to move when the lash of rain distracts them both. The shadows shiver with delight to hear it pelt the glass and he glances over at it in time to spy the flicker of lightning as it blossoms through the sky, reflecting on the already wet buildings.
His arms tighten around Danta only to shift him over to the side and press a long and sweet kiss to him as he uses it as a distraction to free himself. And when he stands, the threadbare shirt has been left behind, instead utilizing his shadows as a cape of sorts when he stands and steps toward the little bar where all the tea sits. A flick of his fingertips sparks the fire under the kettle, already full of water as he debates the different tins of teas to try and decide which would suit their storm-and-people watching evening. His horns have extended, adding two more tines that melt with the black of the shadows that grant him the appearance of a tall, spindly vampire as he plucks the apple spice black tea tin from the row. "What type of tea would you like, love?" He asks, turning enough to glance over his shoulder at his lover.
And so he does, feeling the stretch of his lovers smile beneath his lips with the gentle kiss, ignorant of the way his tail wags at the spaded tip as an obvious indicator of his delight. “Mm, unfortunately I suppose you will.” He whines in all of his traditional dramatic tones – loosening his hold on him as he starts to move when the lash of rain distracts them both. The shadows shiver with delight to hear it pelt the glass and he glances over at it in time to spy the flicker of lightning as it blossoms through the sky, reflecting on the already wet buildings.
His arms tighten around Danta only to shift him over to the side and press a long and sweet kiss to him as he uses it as a distraction to free himself. And when he stands, the threadbare shirt has been left behind, instead utilizing his shadows as a cape of sorts when he stands and steps toward the little bar where all the tea sits. A flick of his fingertips sparks the fire under the kettle, already full of water as he debates the different tins of teas to try and decide which would suit their storm-and-people watching evening. His horns have extended, adding two more tines that melt with the black of the shadows that grant him the appearance of a tall, spindly vampire as he plucks the apple spice black tea tin from the row. "What type of tea would you like, love?" He asks, turning enough to glance over his shoulder at his lover.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
