// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
His hands are deft and quick as they unlace the corset, watching his back as he continues to go eyelet after eyelet. “Sorry, what?” The big bad purple witch showing up to the leader's meeting? Dread suddenly settles into his stomach and his hands stutter at Danta’s back, his smile nonexistent for the way his jaw actually clamps shut. “You were threatened?” He asks in a deep almost hushed sound, letting the corset fall away as he starts to massage out the red marks with a new purpose.
His hands move from the Maverick’s shoulder, down his spine toward his hips, jaw working quietly before he takes a deep inhale of a breath, sighing it out slowly. “I am glad that you are mostly okay.” Comes the quiet and surprisingly clipped admission, dark gaze boring holes into Danta’s back, letting the wheels spin in his mind.
His hands move from the Maverick’s shoulder, down his spine toward his hips, jaw working quietly before he takes a deep inhale of a breath, sighing it out slowly. “I am glad that you are mostly okay.” Comes the quiet and surprisingly clipped admission, dark gaze boring holes into Danta’s back, letting the wheels spin in his mind.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
