// up above so, up above so quiet //
There is one thing that Astaroth realizes about himself — perhaps he wasn’t suited to a life of solitary. Because the warmth that blooms from their embrace and the fact that he does expect the Maverick to say he doesn’t need help, only to be proven wrong when the other man’s quiet voice accepts his offer. He finds he doesn’t mind it. Nor does he feel any need to tease or taunt him for asking for something he wants.
The onceMighty Astaroth might have scoffed and rolled his eyes and ignored the claim, coming up with some snark in the face of Dantalion’s own, there is none to be found. Because he wants to carry him home. He wants to right the wrongs they endured in a previous time. And it’s a thought that’s frankly too frightening for him to even consider in the moment far deeper than the “I don’t mind at all, darling.”
Arms shift to pull him up against his chest, cradling him into the hard scarred torso he bores beneath the bloodied clothes. “I’ll snag an antler shed on the way and everyone will be none the wiser.” He confirms, drifting through the cold and leaving the mess behind, no footsteps found that don’t already perfectly coincide with deer tracks.
As such, his tail snags on an antler, bloodied as he lifts it to his bloodied hand temporarily to drop it into Danta’s lap to get the evidence prepared like bringing a trophy home from their kill. It isn’t surprising to see them arrive bloodied from a deer, anyway. And ironically, the antler seems to match the very prongs that stick out from his own skull. And he fully intends on displaying it in his room.
The once
Arms shift to pull him up against his chest, cradling him into the hard scarred torso he bores beneath the bloodied clothes. “I’ll snag an antler shed on the way and everyone will be none the wiser.” He confirms, drifting through the cold and leaving the mess behind, no footsteps found that don’t already perfectly coincide with deer tracks.
As such, his tail snags on an antler, bloodied as he lifts it to his bloodied hand temporarily to drop it into Danta’s lap to get the evidence prepared like bringing a trophy home from their kill. It isn’t surprising to see them arrive bloodied from a deer, anyway. And ironically, the antler seems to match the very prongs that stick out from his own skull. And he fully intends on displaying it in his room.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
