i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
As he settles into the plush pillows and the comfortable blankets and warmth that soothe any immediate pain that lingers in his bones and thrums through his body. He’s half between paying attention to his surroundings to fight the drugs and alcohol that has his mind growing fuzzy and half succumbing to it, even when Danta returns with water and a cloth.
“Blew up.” The butcher sighs, perking up a little to hear his question as he’s helped out of the rest of his clothes – his pockets harboring the butcher knife roll and painted eggs and bandages that had been less than useful – nearly empty as if he’d spent the majority of it swapping out the ties on his arm on his return home. “It.. left behind these eggs? A few were taken, Maea took none to heal this attuned, and.. mm, I took the rest.” He announces as he pieces the events back together, surrendering into Danta’s touch to let him swipe away the grime and muck, only wincing slightly when he gets close to the worst of the worst for the bruises.
It takes him a few moments of leaning into the touch and letting the weightlessness finally settle in bones far more uncomfortable with being out of control, so that he can reach up and snag Danta’s wrist gently – tilting his head to press a kiss to his wrist. “Didn’t I tell you before, darling? I survive.” He flashes a small shark tooth smile, crooked and dazed.
“Blew up.” The butcher sighs, perking up a little to hear his question as he’s helped out of the rest of his clothes – his pockets harboring the butcher knife roll and painted eggs and bandages that had been less than useful – nearly empty as if he’d spent the majority of it swapping out the ties on his arm on his return home. “It.. left behind these eggs? A few were taken, Maea took none to heal this attuned, and.. mm, I took the rest.” He announces as he pieces the events back together, surrendering into Danta’s touch to let him swipe away the grime and muck, only wincing slightly when he gets close to the worst of the worst for the bruises.
It takes him a few moments of leaning into the touch and letting the weightlessness finally settle in bones far more uncomfortable with being out of control, so that he can reach up and snag Danta’s wrist gently – tilting his head to press a kiss to his wrist. “Didn’t I tell you before, darling? I survive.” He flashes a small shark tooth smile, crooked and dazed.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
