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
“It is not a bad trait to have.” He informs his lover – nearly matter of fact, even if Asta was the epitome of I’ll give plenty of people gifts but so help me god if I know how to react if you give me one. But that’s neither here nor there. It’s Danta’s birthday season and he can tamper himself down enough now to hopefully make it less intense and overindulge in the love language he pushes onto everyone else.
He indulges and sinks into the kiss even if he’s prepping mentally to carry Danta back to the bed – soaking in the warmth and flame that soaks into their bones like they’re little heat rocks sure to singe the blankets when they lay upon them. And only when he gets the confirmation that the Maverick does wish to go back to the bed, does he scoot a little out of the fireplace so that he can make it easier to rise with Danta in his arms.
A warm and soft laugh leaves him, vibrating through his chest as he takes the few steps it takes to get to the bed, setting the Maverick down within the blankets before he crawls in with him, unable and unwilling to part from Danta for even a split second. “It is a lovely place.” He agrees softly, not finding the creepiness as a turn off from the space. But it does bring up another question that’s sat in his gut, biding his time until Danta’s settled in the blankets and bed with him.
“Can I ask you.. Is it the Dusklight that has become a bearer of bad feelings and thoughts for you? Or is it the memories that lie therein?” He asks softly, as if unsure if he wanted to say anything at all. He goes so far as to tilt his head into the pillows, giving Danta a moment of privacy to be able to talk without being stared at.
He indulges and sinks into the kiss even if he’s prepping mentally to carry Danta back to the bed – soaking in the warmth and flame that soaks into their bones like they’re little heat rocks sure to singe the blankets when they lay upon them. And only when he gets the confirmation that the Maverick does wish to go back to the bed, does he scoot a little out of the fireplace so that he can make it easier to rise with Danta in his arms.
A warm and soft laugh leaves him, vibrating through his chest as he takes the few steps it takes to get to the bed, setting the Maverick down within the blankets before he crawls in with him, unable and unwilling to part from Danta for even a split second. “It is a lovely place.” He agrees softly, not finding the creepiness as a turn off from the space. But it does bring up another question that’s sat in his gut, biding his time until Danta’s settled in the blankets and bed with him.
“Can I ask you.. Is it the Dusklight that has become a bearer of bad feelings and thoughts for you? Or is it the memories that lie therein?” He asks softly, as if unsure if he wanted to say anything at all. He goes so far as to tilt his head into the pillows, giving Danta a moment of privacy to be able to talk without being stared at.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
