// with our one foot in the grave //
“I do remember them.” He agrees softly, a twitch of a smile blooming on the corners of his lips, even as a snort leaves him. “The white with the red and blue clouds of ash…” He trails off briefly, nostalgic for a moment of relief before his loose lips start to spark more problems he isn’t aware of, because Danta’s touch is so soft and soothing as it corrals a piece of rogue damp hair back behind his pronged antler-esque horn, relishing in the touch as he continues to stare out the window.
He means to shake his head to Danta’s apology, but it only has him nuzzling his head in a smidge further against him, arms tightening a little around his chest. And here’s where that confusion of how to talk about what occurred happens, because his nose scrunches a little as he reflects. “She didn’t do much.” He admits, like it was entirely a one sided fight. “I would lunge and she would use her paw to push me back on the ground. I wasn’t… Pinned, or anything. It was just me, lunging and her swatting me to the ground, over and over and over again.” He closes his eyes and sighs out a frustrated hiss. “I did it until I couldn’t get up again.”
He means to shake his head to Danta’s apology, but it only has him nuzzling his head in a smidge further against him, arms tightening a little around his chest. And here’s where that confusion of how to talk about what occurred happens, because his nose scrunches a little as he reflects. “She didn’t do much.” He admits, like it was entirely a one sided fight. “I would lunge and she would use her paw to push me back on the ground. I wasn’t… Pinned, or anything. It was just me, lunging and her swatting me to the ground, over and over and over again.” He closes his eyes and sighs out a frustrated hiss. “I did it until I couldn’t get up again.”
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
