// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He isn’t sure how many times he’s heard determination settle in the Maverick’s voice, but it’s a welcome sight as he watches numbly as Danta steps toward him and helps to unbutton the shirt and vest, adjusting himself this way and that to slip out of the garments. “I will help on the condition you don’t throw something I’ve made, again.” His dark gaze lifts to look up at the blonde as his clothes are draped over the back of a chair, an edge of seriousness to his dark gaze but a soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips as if they’ve both come to an understanding of what exactly not to do to one another.
Which is equally a strange feeling in and of itself.
Danta slinks into the bed and Astaroth shifts to follow suit, curling up against the pillow and the other man. “We will need firewood mostly.” He says equally absently, shoulders and body sagging into the bed and the other man, tail shifting to wind around Danta’s leg. “More food and drinks too, perhaps.”
Which is equally a strange feeling in and of itself.
Danta slinks into the bed and Astaroth shifts to follow suit, curling up against the pillow and the other man. “We will need firewood mostly.” He says equally absently, shoulders and body sagging into the bed and the other man, tail shifting to wind around Danta’s leg. “More food and drinks too, perhaps.”
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
