// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Hmm.” Astaroth hums, as if the thought has just occurred to him to seek out the infirmary for something that might alleviate the panic. It hadn’t been a thing prior – more of a get over it and be good kind of situation that he’d been thrust into. He’d simply assumed it would have been the same when he likely could have sought out any potential options that might have become a thing in the centuries he’d been asleep. “It would be worth seeking out.” Or Isla, as he thinks about it. She likely knew of anything that could help him, too. “I will inquire with Isla, too.” A plan in place to maybe make this easier and a less common occurrence.
Listening to Danta’s admission, he seems to bury himself further into the embrace of the other man, as his fingers trace along the smooth skin of his shoulders above the brunt of his scar tissue. He thinks he understands the underlying meaning, but he hasn’t been kicked out yet for it, so he selfishly clings to Danta in the interim as his mind continues to spin. “Perhaps a different kind of muzzle may help, if this is a sign I’ll return to how I used to be.” He admits, and Danta would feel the way his nose wrinkles with the idea, but at least they’d both manage to get some sleep.
Listening to Danta’s admission, he seems to bury himself further into the embrace of the other man, as his fingers trace along the smooth skin of his shoulders above the brunt of his scar tissue. He thinks he understands the underlying meaning, but he hasn’t been kicked out yet for it, so he selfishly clings to Danta in the interim as his mind continues to spin. “Perhaps a different kind of muzzle may help, if this is a sign I’ll return to how I used to be.” He admits, and Danta would feel the way his nose wrinkles with the idea, but at least they’d both manage to get some sleep.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
