// with our one foot in the grave //
Oh he doesn’t plan on moving away from it for some time, given how much he’s soaking up. Hands regain their color, slowly but surely, and when he starts to feel more relaxed is when Astaroth’s attention drifts back toward Danta as the kettle is hung not that far from him. Sighing in a bit of relief, he nods his head, resting it against the edge of the fireplace. “I would love some.” He agrees, before the Maverick is sitting beside him again.
The arm slinks around him and Astaroth is very easily moved to rest against the blonde’s side, super heated fingers from the flame dipping to the outsides of his thighs to start to warm them up, head resting on Danta’s shoulder as his dark and damp hair splays out against the other man’s back, careful to not smack him with his horns. “It would have been easier if I were stronger.” He mutters a hint annoyed, but sighs out the frustration in favor for the warmth spreading. “I can feel that I have my bloodbane magic, but I feel as if I would die if I used it.” And he would be rightwith his little baby HP, a crit fail for the century.
The arm slinks around him and Astaroth is very easily moved to rest against the blonde’s side, super heated fingers from the flame dipping to the outsides of his thighs to start to warm them up, head resting on Danta’s shoulder as his dark and damp hair splays out against the other man’s back, careful to not smack him with his horns. “It would have been easier if I were stronger.” He mutters a hint annoyed, but sighs out the frustration in favor for the warmth spreading. “I can feel that I have my bloodbane magic, but I feel as if I would die if I used it.” And he would be right
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
