// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“That’s all I need,” he comments dryly, thankful for the way his face is buried so the Maverick can’t see the roll of his eyes (even if the idea is there regardless). “I will do it before you have a chance to hassle me.” It would give him some peace of mind, and he imagines he’d likely need to collect items from a gore crow in order to complete said task — at least he imagines Danta and Maea would help with that.
Tilting his head a little as Danta noses his face into his dark hair, he sighs when the request to roll over is made, along with wrinkling his nose at the idea of the nickname when he absolutely is larger. “Fine.” It’s haughtily said, but he certainly goes through with it, twisting and turning in the blankets to let Danta press back up against his scarred spine like a little backpack.
Tilting his head a little as Danta noses his face into his dark hair, he sighs when the request to roll over is made, along with wrinkling his nose at the idea of the nickname when he absolutely is larger. “Fine.” It’s haughtily said, but he certainly goes through with it, twisting and turning in the blankets to let Danta press back up against his scarred spine like a little backpack.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
