// with our one foot in the grave //
Warmth spreading through him and keeping the stony prison at bay, Astaroth does manage a breathy little laugh, hiccupped by the shiver that races down his spine. It only has him clinging to Danta further, content to let the compliment lie where it was. And maybe, with the ringleader missing, they’d think twice about returning again, and maybe by then he’ll have his full fire magic back as an additional fuck you for freezing me.
As it stands, he feels so incredibly weak, and there’s a vulnerability in his tone when he thanks Danta in turn, gasping at the superheated fingertips that run down his frigid spine. But it works, edging the grey away back into the bronze of his skin tone. The water in his hair is now warm as it drips down Danta’s shoulder and back and he hums a little under his breath as his tail starts to get a bit more movement, immediately whipping over to sink into the fire to help. “I will bring you some.” He says randomly, already thinking about devouring the poor fucker that chose to have a fight with them.
As it stands, he feels so incredibly weak, and there’s a vulnerability in his tone when he thanks Danta in turn, gasping at the superheated fingertips that run down his frigid spine. But it works, edging the grey away back into the bronze of his skin tone. The water in his hair is now warm as it drips down Danta’s shoulder and back and he hums a little under his breath as his tail starts to get a bit more movement, immediately whipping over to sink into the fire to help. “I will bring you some.” He says randomly, already thinking about devouring the poor fucker that chose to have a fight with them.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
