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
“Mm, I can certainly try.” He drawls a little half hum, just as Danta continues the perfect explanation – wiggling, glittering fingers and all included. “And how does that work for you, darling?” He asks with an amused smirk as he brings the tray back over, setting it on the bed before he slips under Danta’s blanket to share it with him and selfishly continue to remain just as close. Draped around both of their shoulders, the butcher peers at the tea and the little card of a label that came with it, head tilting slightly as he reads it while Danta plucks a cookie from the tray.
Setting it down to pick up the second card with the other tin that came with options, he snorts a little and leans toward his lover. “We have choices. One is essentially a spicy chai and the other is a vanilla, caramel, and apple.” But he collects both cards to flip them toward Danta so he can see the tarot style designs on each of the tins with amusement. “The chai is called Blood Magic and the latter is called The Nightcap.” Holding them out for Danta to choose which he’d prefer, the butcher will get ready to prepare a cup for him.
Setting it down to pick up the second card with the other tin that came with options, he snorts a little and leans toward his lover. “We have choices. One is essentially a spicy chai and the other is a vanilla, caramel, and apple.” But he collects both cards to flip them toward Danta so he can see the tarot style designs on each of the tins with amusement. “The chai is called Blood Magic and the latter is called The Nightcap.” Holding them out for Danta to choose which he’d prefer, the butcher will get ready to prepare a cup for him.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
