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
“I hope so, too.” He murmurs softly, his thumb dragging gentle little lines along the sharp edge of his lover’s cheekbone. His fingertips thread into golden strands of his hair, soft and gentle like he’s holding something precious because he absolutely is. “You do not have to be sorry, Wasp.” He purrs softly, snorting to feel the nip at his finger, shifting to make room for him to nuzzle in against his neck.
As for the Talism-Inn, the butcher hums and snorts a note of agreement. His hand drops from the Maverick’s cheek to his shoulder, brushing his fingers along his neck in idle swoops. “Thank you.” He’ll take the praise regardless – he’s the same man in many ways, after all. “I did not think taking you back to the scene of the crimes, essentially, would be a good idea.” He admits, tilting his head to press a kiss to his forehead. “Perhaps in hindsight we should have a separate meeting place for if things are bad.” That isn’t the Dusklight. It wouldn’t help the nightmares, but it would have helped everything else.
As for the Talism-Inn, the butcher hums and snorts a note of agreement. His hand drops from the Maverick’s cheek to his shoulder, brushing his fingers along his neck in idle swoops. “Thank you.” He’ll take the praise regardless – he’s the same man in many ways, after all. “I did not think taking you back to the scene of the crimes, essentially, would be a good idea.” He admits, tilting his head to press a kiss to his forehead. “Perhaps in hindsight we should have a separate meeting place for if things are bad.” That isn’t the Dusklight. It wouldn’t help the nightmares, but it would have helped everything else.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
