// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Okay.” He says softly, an agreement as the anger bleeds away. It makes for the quiet admission he isn’t sure the Maverick hears, shoulders relaxing slightly as Danta questions him, uncertainty.
“No, I do want to.” He reiterates softly, shifting a little, “I think it might help.” Less anxiety inducing if he understands her tells in a controlled environment. And as Danta offers the name, he withdraws slightly, enough to look back up at Danta, catching the end of the eye rolling. “Moira.” He reiterates before he sighs softly and loosens his arms from around Danta, shifting back to run his hand through his hair.
A moment passes of working his jaw, then he tilts his head. “Something strong to calm the nerves and I would like for you to bring her in.” Comes the quiet request, eyeing Danta to see if he’ll do it.
“No, I do want to.” He reiterates softly, shifting a little, “I think it might help.” Less anxiety inducing if he understands her tells in a controlled environment. And as Danta offers the name, he withdraws slightly, enough to look back up at Danta, catching the end of the eye rolling. “Moira.” He reiterates before he sighs softly and loosens his arms from around Danta, shifting back to run his hand through his hair.
A moment passes of working his jaw, then he tilts his head. “Something strong to calm the nerves and I would like for you to bring her in.” Comes the quiet request, eyeing Danta to see if he’ll do it.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
