i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
He can see the exhaustion that clings to Danta like the cloak of shadows that the butcher bears, unable to stop the slight frown that tugs at his face against wrinkles born from smiling more than frowning. But Danta’s smile is encouraging as he steps a little closer – letting his gaze drop to the trash bin to find the leg of a chair sticking out. “Thank you.” He says quietly, leaning into the arms that wrap around his middle to draw him close.
“I’m… not sure.” He hums on an accented exhale, his good arm squeezing around the Mavericks frame as he leans into the touch despite the pain, his body stiff and tense like he’s on edge. “Are you alright?” He asks, withdrawing from the hug slightly to look his lover over, his free hand dropping down his arm to touch the bandage wrapped around his hand with a glimmer of confusion flaring in his gaze.
“I’m… not sure.” He hums on an accented exhale, his good arm squeezing around the Mavericks frame as he leans into the touch despite the pain, his body stiff and tense like he’s on edge. “Are you alright?” He asks, withdrawing from the hug slightly to look his lover over, his free hand dropping down his arm to touch the bandage wrapped around his hand with a glimmer of confusion flaring in his gaze.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
