// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“I was hoping for more.. bravado.” He drawls in terms of the threat. To try and make it more believable, more “intimidating” even if he knows that’s objectively not going to work. Not when he’s unfortunately been dubbed the little spoon in this situation, despite how his legs tangle on with Danta’s and he’s very clearly bigger than the other man.
At least it’s comfortable, the way they’re mashed together, with Danta’s head and lips pressed against his skin, arms wound around him like it might take an act of god to separate them. Any lingering panic or worry flees in the face of the warmth they share. “It is alright if you do.” Danta’s had a day today, and while Astaroth can relate, he’s still a bit on edge from earlier even as he grows more comfortable where they’ve curled up on the bed. “It will take me some time.” Not impossible, but the adrenaline still rushing through his system is making it difficult to even think about trying to sleep.
At least it’s comfortable, the way they’re mashed together, with Danta’s head and lips pressed against his skin, arms wound around him like it might take an act of god to separate them. Any lingering panic or worry flees in the face of the warmth they share. “It is alright if you do.” Danta’s had a day today, and while Astaroth can relate, he’s still a bit on edge from earlier even as he grows more comfortable where they’ve curled up on the bed. “It will take me some time.” Not impossible, but the adrenaline still rushing through his system is making it difficult to even think about trying to sleep.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
