i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
It isn’t Danta’s problem to fix, so the worries and sudden fears of being alone doesn’t find light or breath to be said – just in the quiet hidden hold he has of his breath, waiting for the axe to fall on the back of his neck. And regardless of the amount of times he’d hurt himself over and over again, the times others had inflicted pain on him – none of it hurt as much as this balancing act.
He hears his objection – though he denies it internally almost immediately. He’s high strung, OCD, with teeth that turned nearly anyone into a chew toy if given the chance. It’s a lot of work to keep himself together and he can only imagine how much harder it is for someone else to keep the reins. At least there isn’t the crow trauma bundled into this latest event.
“It is different, yes.” There wasn’t much of the feeling better aspect despite the destruction. There was only the sensation of the loss slowly fading away until the next big catastrophe brought it back into light.
He takes a slow and sluggish deep breath when he feels the warmth of Danta’s hand against his chest, and despite the pain and stiffness he presses against it to wrap him in a hug – much more needed than earlier. “I will, darling.” He murmurs softly to the mention of his heart beating. “And if I do not, I have a secondary plan.” Which is perhaps why he wasn’t so concerned with the state of himself.
Ignoring the question of whether he was okay, he peers down at his lover with all of the assurance he can muster. “I have a revivify feather I take with me on every outing, just in case.”
He hears his objection – though he denies it internally almost immediately. He’s high strung, OCD, with teeth that turned nearly anyone into a chew toy if given the chance. It’s a lot of work to keep himself together and he can only imagine how much harder it is for someone else to keep the reins. At least there isn’t the crow trauma bundled into this latest event.
“It is different, yes.” There wasn’t much of the feeling better aspect despite the destruction. There was only the sensation of the loss slowly fading away until the next big catastrophe brought it back into light.
He takes a slow and sluggish deep breath when he feels the warmth of Danta’s hand against his chest, and despite the pain and stiffness he presses against it to wrap him in a hug – much more needed than earlier. “I will, darling.” He murmurs softly to the mention of his heart beating. “And if I do not, I have a secondary plan.” Which is perhaps why he wasn’t so concerned with the state of himself.
Ignoring the question of whether he was okay, he peers down at his lover with all of the assurance he can muster. “I have a revivify feather I take with me on every outing, just in case.”
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
