i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
Perhaps he’ll have a better idea of just who was among them for the battle of the behemoth, but for now the butcher lets those thoughts fade away in favor for the warmth of Danta curling into him, taking the moment to wrap himself around his lover even further like he’d trapped his own prey. A protectiveness that blends with the ease of forgetting about his pain because of the drugs and alcohol, focusing on trying to soothe the wounds he’s poked and prodded at with yet another trip gone south, returning bruised and bloody.
“When has that ever stopped me, darling?”. He asks in a mumble, eyes closed as he nuzzles into Danta, only parting slightly as he feels the Maverick’s flame tipped touch skate over his body and the rest of the mud burning away in dark streaks of ash.
To hear that Danta is worried is not a surprise, but the flatness of it sinks like a stone in the void of his chest, and he exhales a soft breath of agreement. “It is working well.” He hums, a touch slurred as it settles more in his system. “I think you deserve a trip to relax..” He pauses, head tilting slightly as he withdraws just enough to look at the Maverick, his dark gaze hazy. “Some place not in the mud to indulge however you like with zero worries. An apology.. and a birthday gift.” He lets a small smile tug on the corner of his lips, waiting to see how Danta would take it. "What do you think?"
“When has that ever stopped me, darling?”. He asks in a mumble, eyes closed as he nuzzles into Danta, only parting slightly as he feels the Maverick’s flame tipped touch skate over his body and the rest of the mud burning away in dark streaks of ash.
To hear that Danta is worried is not a surprise, but the flatness of it sinks like a stone in the void of his chest, and he exhales a soft breath of agreement. “It is working well.” He hums, a touch slurred as it settles more in his system. “I think you deserve a trip to relax..” He pauses, head tilting slightly as he withdraws just enough to look at the Maverick, his dark gaze hazy. “Some place not in the mud to indulge however you like with zero worries. An apology.. and a birthday gift.” He lets a small smile tug on the corner of his lips, waiting to see how Danta would take it. "What do you think?"
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
