i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
His nostrils flare slightly as his arm is manipulated slightly, another hitch of his breath as he closes his eyes and cradles his wrist with his good arm. Bruising sweeps up his arm from the dark ring of the crow charm bracelet, radiating out in clouds of reddened skin. It’s all forgotten the second Danta wraps his arms around him, though, his head tilting to press the less hurt side of his face against his chest, breathing in citrus and sage and smoke as a distraction from the needles spiking through his arm with every beat of his heart.
“I was.” He mumbles into his lover’s chest. There’s a slight tremor Danta would probably feel between his shoulders with each breath. “Then there was a giant memory mud creature.” He offers a brief explanation so that the Maverick might be able to put the pieces together. He quiets down and clenches his jaw again, breath holding for a brief second as he clears his throat in an “mm,” hiding the whimper to feel the lush crackling heat through his mess of hair and horns in such a gentle touch compared to the intense sharp pain of his arm with each breath.
He hears the healer arrive only through the addition of footsteps coming through the door that creaks open. There’s the hush of the bag as it whispers against clothes with her rush, and as Danta straightens up he already mourns the loss of heat flaring through him.
He straightens up, too, jaw working as he keeps his eyes closed for a few seconds longer as if mentally prepping himself to be ready for healing, opening his gaze to look at the healer to explain. Though, he’s sure she can see the extent of the bruising and the deep carved marks from a precise, sharp blade used to cleave portions of himself off to attack before getting coated in rock and mud from the exploding behemoth.
“I was.” He mumbles into his lover’s chest. There’s a slight tremor Danta would probably feel between his shoulders with each breath. “Then there was a giant memory mud creature.” He offers a brief explanation so that the Maverick might be able to put the pieces together. He quiets down and clenches his jaw again, breath holding for a brief second as he clears his throat in an “mm,” hiding the whimper to feel the lush crackling heat through his mess of hair and horns in such a gentle touch compared to the intense sharp pain of his arm with each breath.
He hears the healer arrive only through the addition of footsteps coming through the door that creaks open. There’s the hush of the bag as it whispers against clothes with her rush, and as Danta straightens up he already mourns the loss of heat flaring through him.
He straightens up, too, jaw working as he keeps his eyes closed for a few seconds longer as if mentally prepping himself to be ready for healing, opening his gaze to look at the healer to explain. Though, he’s sure she can see the extent of the bruising and the deep carved marks from a precise, sharp blade used to cleave portions of himself off to attack before getting coated in rock and mud from the exploding behemoth.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
