run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
“Ye-” The butcher’s cut off abruptly as a crow dives down toward them. He doesn’t have time to react aside from a spark of flame escaping his mouth and fingertips, itching before lets it drop as Danta snatches the corvid immediately out of thin air. Exhaling smoke and watching sluggishly as the corvid flaps away, spooked and jagged in its flight, it disappears in the dark alongside the rest of the alley they’ve found themselves in.
His attention returns to Danta immediately after, meeting his gaze as he looses the hardened expression of the crow’s interruption. “Do you have a preference for the inn, darling?” He asks softly, standing from the half fence and shakes out his shoulders, as if losing every ounce of tension that the corvid had sparked.
Turning back to Danta, he ensures his movements are careful and easy for him to notice – nothing quick, nothing threatening – but he does aim to scoop up his lover into his arms to press against his chest, happy to carry the Maverick wherever it was he wished to go – so long as he could come with.
His attention returns to Danta immediately after, meeting his gaze as he looses the hardened expression of the crow’s interruption. “Do you have a preference for the inn, darling?” He asks softly, standing from the half fence and shakes out his shoulders, as if losing every ounce of tension that the corvid had sparked.
Turning back to Danta, he ensures his movements are careful and easy for him to notice – nothing quick, nothing threatening – but he does aim to scoop up his lover into his arms to press against his chest, happy to carry the Maverick wherever it was he wished to go – so long as he could come with.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
