a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
There’s no remark on the good that blurts out of the other Ancient. But there is a low hum of agreement as Danta says same, and he watches even more silently as he comes to grips with the world starting to slow down. Thank the gods for that.
“Apology accepted.” He says quickly, already calming down from the brief flame that has annoyed and enraged him earlier. “Things are not changing. Except for me being less standoffish.” He shrugs, before he flaps the blanket toward Danta in a sort of come here motion.
“Now that we were adults and communicated, is it too much to ask that while you’re here you might as well join me? I promise I won’t bite.” He’s still half clothed, aside from the scarred torso that’s bare.
“Apology accepted.” He says quickly, already calming down from the brief flame that has annoyed and enraged him earlier. “Things are not changing. Except for me being less standoffish.” He shrugs, before he flaps the blanket toward Danta in a sort of come here motion.
“Now that we were adults and communicated, is it too much to ask that while you’re here you might as well join me? I promise I won’t bite.” He’s still half clothed, aside from the scarred torso that’s bare.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
