/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Perhaps that subject is better left for yet another time Danta manages to get Asta full of liquor, but for now? Now there are deals to be made and miscommunications to be cleared, especially as Astaroth stands, drawing his full height, the cane in his free hand as he completely invades the Maverick’s space, that grin still blooming and turning more and more wicked as the seconds tick on – completely oblivious to the patrons that turn to look.
This is between them, and he’d take a bite out of anyone that dared interrupt before the answer is given. They size each other up, like two predators that stare at one another waiting for the other to back down. And there’s a hidden amount of dark glee that blooms in the twitch of his grin as Dantalion’s warm hand meets his own, shaking it abruptly before pulling him down and further across the bar. His tail lashes out behind him, but he catches himself from losing his balance completely with the snap of the cane on the smooth floor.
He tugs Danta back toward him in the same breath, remaining entirely in his space and aiming to get them mere inches apart, dark eyes practically glowing with the agreement between them (and the alcohol, lets be honest, he’s still silently charmed by that). “Tomorrow.” He could start tonight, but he’d travelled and he’s feeling relatively peckish, and would much prefer to eat and sleep before starting this new adventure.
This is between them, and he’d take a bite out of anyone that dared interrupt before the answer is given. They size each other up, like two predators that stare at one another waiting for the other to back down. And there’s a hidden amount of dark glee that blooms in the twitch of his grin as Dantalion’s warm hand meets his own, shaking it abruptly before pulling him down and further across the bar. His tail lashes out behind him, but he catches himself from losing his balance completely with the snap of the cane on the smooth floor.
He tugs Danta back toward him in the same breath, remaining entirely in his space and aiming to get them mere inches apart, dark eyes practically glowing with the agreement between them (and the alcohol, lets be honest, he’s still silently charmed by that). “Tomorrow.” He could start tonight, but he’d travelled and he’s feeling relatively peckish, and would much prefer to eat and sleep before starting this new adventure.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
