don't need love when it comes in a bottle

run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine

He’s attentive and focused, ensuring that the second Danta’s sunk into his arms that he adjusts the pillows into the perfect position, ensuring his antlers don’t shred the feathery bedding. His tail winds around his lover’s leg, offering an additional point of connection even if his legs tangle with Danta’s and his arms finally find their space in against the blonde’s shoulders and the small of his back, stroking idle little designs into his scarred skin.

“I am not sure.” He admits, the spaded tip of his tail flitting a touch anxiously as he recalls. “One moment Flora and Kaisel were saying hello and being generally fine, the next? Kaisel had thrown his drink on me and while I was intending on brushing it off as an accident, he got in my face.” His head sinks in to press against the golden crown of the other Ancient, absent of any sharp prisms of horns that could stab his cheek as he buries his face into it to breathe in the smoke, wine, and sage scent.

“Then, after, he snapped out of it and could not figure out where I was.” Ah, but Danta had been there at that point – physically, if not mentally. He wouldn’t blame him if he couldn't remember that part.

Astaroth

run, baby, run, run for your life