// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
It’s an echo of his name that he still can’t quite tell if it’s real or not — at least until the door opens and he can see it in his peripherals, his tail lashing again sharply at the thought of spurring this argument, already about to ask if the Maverick has returned to ruin more things he’s created, when the tone of Danta’s voice shifts.
The anger blurs away a fraction, the butcher drawing up as he looks to Danta in his peripherals, as if he doesn’t trust himself to fully look at the other man yet. That is, until the answer of why he hadn’t told him reaches his ears and it’s more confusion than anything else, drawing his back straight as he turns to Danta with confusion blending away the lines of anger from his face. “Why would I leave? Where else would I go?” He asks as if the reasoning didn’t make sense in the slightest. If he knew, they could make it work, this whole thing could have been avoided.
He sighs a little, nose wrinkling as he nods his head and his posture slumps. “It was cruel.” He agrees, voice softer and a touch weary, as if in the few moments his temper had calmed enough.
The anger blurs away a fraction, the butcher drawing up as he looks to Danta in his peripherals, as if he doesn’t trust himself to fully look at the other man yet. That is, until the answer of why he hadn’t told him reaches his ears and it’s more confusion than anything else, drawing his back straight as he turns to Danta with confusion blending away the lines of anger from his face. “Why would I leave? Where else would I go?” He asks as if the reasoning didn’t make sense in the slightest. If he knew, they could make it work, this whole thing could have been avoided.
He sighs a little, nose wrinkling as he nods his head and his posture slumps. “It was cruel.” He agrees, voice softer and a touch weary, as if in the few moments his temper had calmed enough.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
