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 would, too. Do not forget the broken canes.” He whines – as if the majority of them hadn’t been because he’d cracked them across Danta one way or another (or found the receiving end on the occasion he lost hold of it and the man currently in his arms decided to use it back). But it’s also something he doesn’t continue to tack on, drawing quiet again as he squeezes the Maverick close, nuzzling in as if there’s no other place he wants to be (he doesn’t want to be anywhere else, in all fairness).
Instead, he indulges in the gentle press of lips to his scars while the fingers of one hand dance little designs into the smoother scar tissue that lines the other Ancient’s back. “So many things.” He agrees with a small smirk, hard to see with their positioning but likely felt with the way he tucks his chin down to Danta’s crown, nestling in more among the other hand that threads strands of gold through the space between his fingers.
He hears the soft admission but doesn’t stop nor still or hesitate in the attention he offers in his gentle and smooth strokes. “I am happy to stay awake with you, darling.” He quietly vows, before his voice drops a touch. “Perhaps the spirit haunting the room may have some entertainment available?” He muses, tucking Danta in closer.
Instead, he indulges in the gentle press of lips to his scars while the fingers of one hand dance little designs into the smoother scar tissue that lines the other Ancient’s back. “So many things.” He agrees with a small smirk, hard to see with their positioning but likely felt with the way he tucks his chin down to Danta’s crown, nestling in more among the other hand that threads strands of gold through the space between his fingers.
He hears the soft admission but doesn’t stop nor still or hesitate in the attention he offers in his gentle and smooth strokes. “I am happy to stay awake with you, darling.” He quietly vows, before his voice drops a touch. “Perhaps the spirit haunting the room may have some entertainment available?” He muses, tucking Danta in closer.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
