// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“And feel like walking death the next day?” He asks instead, sipping from his glass and watching as Danta finishes the glass of water. The quiet comment is met with that very same sharp smile, a deep chuckle once more as warmth returns to him and he inclines his head to agree. “That is so.” He hums, halfway ready to offer his glass to Danta before the comment is made about his vomiting and drinking activities, making the butcher’s nose wrinkle.
But he catches Danta’s look and the lean and he meets him halfway, melting into the kiss as his arm slips around the Maverick’s sore shoulders, pulling him into his chest while his free hand continues to hold the goblet of wine. He does break the kiss, though, his nose brushing against the blonde’s before he slips the goblet between them. “Because I keep my promises.” He hums a touch softer, accent blending in a breathier sound, dark eyes scanning the other man’s face.
But he catches Danta’s look and the lean and he meets him halfway, melting into the kiss as his arm slips around the Maverick’s sore shoulders, pulling him into his chest while his free hand continues to hold the goblet of wine. He does break the kiss, though, his nose brushing against the blonde’s before he slips the goblet between them. “Because I keep my promises.” He hums a touch softer, accent blending in a breathier sound, dark eyes scanning the other man’s face.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
