( do walking boots count? danny hopes so because he shows up looking like an extra from the craft or jd from heathers' less white, more murderous cousin, his wardrobe scavenged from several other wardrobes he'd raided across the mansion on arrival. to-do list, check as you go: serve cunt and grab an apple on your way out.
at the mouth of the maze, danny takes his place by lucifer's side and gnaws a crisp bite out of his shiny red apple. his eyes only twitch once, a blink-and-you-miss-it microscopic bow of his lashes that says i know what worship is but i ain't good at it. of course lucifer wears his face, or something uncannily similar to it. danny always imagined his hell would look exactly like his heaven used to: full of john, king of kings of naughty boys and butchers. )
You can kill me if you really want to, ( in lieu of a greeting, sweet little gaslighter, like it was luci's idea all along and not what gets danny hard. he chews the stem from his apple, spits it at luci's fallen feet boorishly. shrugs widely. ) I'll come back anyway.
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at the mouth of the maze, danny takes his place by lucifer's side and gnaws a crisp bite out of his shiny red apple. his eyes only twitch once, a blink-and-you-miss-it microscopic bow of his lashes that says i know what worship is but i ain't good at it. of course lucifer wears his face, or something uncannily similar to it. danny always imagined his hell would look exactly like his heaven used to: full of john, king of kings of naughty boys and butchers. )
You can kill me if you really want to, ( in lieu of a greeting, sweet little gaslighter, like it was luci's idea all along and not what gets danny hard. he chews the stem from his apple, spits it at luci's fallen feet boorishly. shrugs widely. ) I'll come back anyway.
( well. )
Probably.