// with our one foot in the grave //
He knows exactly what he’s doing when the plea leaves his lips, and it’s with a smirk that Astaroth hides in Danta’s skin even as the back of the other Ancient’s hand presses against his forehead and he tries to wipe the smirk away the second the blonde grips his bearded jaw. “You’re not my father.” He drawls a little petulantly, but he does as is requested regardless, nestling back in to get comfortable again, ensuring he won’t impale Danta on his pronged horns.
As it stands, there’s a muffled curse and more shifting of limbs before Astaroth promptly sacks out, heavy against Danta until later when the Maverick wakes before him and retrieves news of the shift change, and Astaroth is roused and awakened, well enough to be able to go out on a very special, particular hunt with incredibly high rewards, secretly and quietly, like nothing had happened.
- FIN <333
As it stands, there’s a muffled curse and more shifting of limbs before Astaroth promptly sacks out, heavy against Danta until later when the Maverick wakes before him and retrieves news of the shift change, and Astaroth is roused and awakened, well enough to be able to go out on a very special, particular hunt with incredibly high rewards, secretly and quietly, like nothing had happened.
- FIN <333
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
