a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
There’s more non flattering sounds that escape the Ancient as Danta gets comfortable, and only when he feels Danta stop moving does he exhale a small sigh of relief. One that breaks into a bark of a sound. “Tartan?!” Which, to be honest does sound like a word he would use, but it still seems odd and out of place. Perhaps that’s the point, to make him standoffish?
It sounds good to him the more he thinks about it though.
His chin lifts as Danta forces his way in and his arms slip up to wrap around his arms that seem to be gripping him like a toy, sighing in annoyance. “Surprising given how much you’ve just moved around. Are you done now?” He asks, squeezing Danta’s arm lightly, the one he thinks isn’t the wounded one.
It sounds good to him the more he thinks about it though.
His chin lifts as Danta forces his way in and his arms slip up to wrap around his arms that seem to be gripping him like a toy, sighing in annoyance. “Surprising given how much you’ve just moved around. Are you done now?” He asks, squeezing Danta’s arm lightly, the one he thinks isn’t the wounded one.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
