a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
The comfort that’s immediately settled in his chest when Danta’s head lolls against his chest is one he focuses on to feel the expression crossing the Maverick. He’d almost feel bad for bringing it up, if it weren’t such a terrible feeling each time he’d walked by the room. But alas, it wasn’t his. So he just avoided it as much as he could. Thankfully, though, the answer is offered and explained, and he finds himself basically frog blinking as Danta’s voice seems to drone on with his explanation.
“Good.” He half mutters as he starts to slowly fall into a sleep-like trance, holding Danta close and against him as he nestles in, saying nothing else and hearing nothing else from the Maverick as he relaxes fully and the two Ancients pass out, still slightly drunk, in the superheated room with only the flickering flames to keep them company.
- FIN <333
“Good.” He half mutters as he starts to slowly fall into a sleep-like trance, holding Danta close and against him as he nestles in, saying nothing else and hearing nothing else from the Maverick as he relaxes fully and the two Ancients pass out, still slightly drunk, in the superheated room with only the flickering flames to keep them company.
- FIN <333
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
