with a face and voice like that, danny doesn't mind so much. minds even less when he scrubs his blood across his teeth like toothpaste and every ill-tempered instinct in danny wants to take him by his dark hair and lick it out again. is it a sin to want to shape out the mouth of the devil using his tongue, as a faithless servant to gods, plural intended? he wonders who luci tastes more: the entity or john. danny knows who he loved more.
it's a fantasy swiftly ruined by luci cottoning up his bloodied throat with what danny assumes must be magic, though maybe not the same magic john would've used. his mouth pulls down at the corners, sulky, gingerly probing his skin for a pinpoint scar. nothing. figures. maybe the only difference between god and the devil is the accent.
but luci says to follow close, so danny tags his heels when he asks, the cat's tail of his long coat swooping out behind him and bringing up the rear like a trysail. )
I've already been marked by a couple different beasts, so I ain't got much of an immortal soul left to save. ( had immortality in spades, though, once. twice, technically, if he considers the duchess' generosity an extension of what the entity gave him, her marker on his hand and her marker in his head, respectively. this is an experiment for him, too.
he swats away an encroaching branch from a bush less immaculately manicured than the others, ducks under another. )
Shouldn't you want that, anyway? I thought that was your whole deal, corrupting the innocent and making use out of the not-so-innocent. ( as they stride deeper into the dark, luci at the charge and danny behind him, he plucks a small leaf from luci's shiny curls and puts it on his tongue, swallowing it whole. ) Or is it not as fun 'cause I'm already all porked up and fat on ( cum, dick, pussy, ungodliness ) sin?
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with a face and voice like that, danny doesn't mind so much. minds even less when he scrubs his blood across his teeth like toothpaste and every ill-tempered instinct in danny wants to take him by his dark hair and lick it out again. is it a sin to want to shape out the mouth of the devil using his tongue, as a faithless servant to gods, plural intended? he wonders who luci tastes more: the entity or john. danny knows who he loved more.
it's a fantasy swiftly ruined by luci cottoning up his bloodied throat with what danny assumes must be magic, though maybe not the same magic john would've used. his mouth pulls down at the corners, sulky, gingerly probing his skin for a pinpoint scar. nothing. figures. maybe the only difference between god and the devil is the accent.
but luci says to follow close, so danny tags his heels when he asks, the cat's tail of his long coat swooping out behind him and bringing up the rear like a trysail. )
I've already been marked by a couple different beasts, so I ain't got much of an immortal soul left to save. ( had immortality in spades, though, once. twice, technically, if he considers the duchess' generosity an extension of what the entity gave him, her marker on his hand and her marker in his head, respectively. this is an experiment for him, too.
he swats away an encroaching branch from a bush less immaculately manicured than the others, ducks under another. )
Shouldn't you want that, anyway? I thought that was your whole deal, corrupting the innocent and making use out of the not-so-innocent. ( as they stride deeper into the dark, luci at the charge and danny behind him, he plucks a small leaf from luci's shiny curls and puts it on his tongue, swallowing it whole. ) Or is it not as fun 'cause I'm already all porked up and fat on ( cum, dick, pussy, ungodliness ) sin?