// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Darling, it would be impossible to forget.” He drawls, shifting the second that Danta does, figuring it works better for his sly attempt at coating Danta with the pure white downy feathers. And he watches with delight as his tail curls around the other man’s hip at the failed attempts to swat it away. “Surprisingly, white suits you.” The grin returns with an air of amusement, though, given just how much he starts to think white and gold would be a great addition to add to the Maverick’s wardrobe.
But the retaliation is placed in a spot that’s immensely better than between them to stick to the less, and Astaroth snorts as he sits up a bit more, tilting his head in a way that has more feathers falling over his shoulders and fluttering down from the crown of his head. “Perhaps you should be a priest.” His lips quirk in a smaller smirk, before he’s suddenly surging forward and latching onto Danta to twist them.
Pressing the Maverick down into the bed it’s with a snap of teeth to his neck and a playfully apologetic kiss that he withdraws to stand, feathers falling further in a slow descent to the floor, sticking to the wine that had spilled from the goblet the night before. His back to Danta, he stretches, and the shorter man might notice a distinct lack of tension in his shoulders as he looks over one of them back toward Danta. “Care to join me for a bath?”
But the retaliation is placed in a spot that’s immensely better than between them to stick to the less, and Astaroth snorts as he sits up a bit more, tilting his head in a way that has more feathers falling over his shoulders and fluttering down from the crown of his head. “Perhaps you should be a priest.” His lips quirk in a smaller smirk, before he’s suddenly surging forward and latching onto Danta to twist them.
Pressing the Maverick down into the bed it’s with a snap of teeth to his neck and a playfully apologetic kiss that he withdraws to stand, feathers falling further in a slow descent to the floor, sticking to the wine that had spilled from the goblet the night before. His back to Danta, he stretches, and the shorter man might notice a distinct lack of tension in his shoulders as he looks over one of them back toward Danta. “Care to join me for a bath?”
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
