// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
If the alarm bells in his head could be heard, they’d be ringing loud enough to drown everything else out, but he does work hard to focus on what Danta is saying, nodding in that silent stance of his, at least until the warmth of the other Ancient’s back is pressed against his chest and his arms slip comfortably (and to be honest protectively) around his middle, keeping the Theocrat locked against him. “Sure.” Despite how he thinks more wine won’t solve the problem, it might help the punch to his gut.
One he doesn’t really know how to deal with, which is it’s own frustrating endeavor.
Catching the other man’s bright blues, his dark gaze softens a fraction and he snorts a little. “But you were not, mere hours ago.” He starts to say before he exhales a little sigh and ducks his head in to press his cheek against Danta’s shoulder, face tucking in against the soft space between his jaw and neck. “What was Maea thinking to instigate it further?” He asks in an attempt to sound more like himself.
One he doesn’t really know how to deal with, which is it’s own frustrating endeavor.
Catching the other man’s bright blues, his dark gaze softens a fraction and he snorts a little. “But you were not, mere hours ago.” He starts to say before he exhales a little sigh and ducks his head in to press his cheek against Danta’s shoulder, face tucking in against the soft space between his jaw and neck. “What was Maea thinking to instigate it further?” He asks in an attempt to sound more like himself.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
