// you've got your finger on the trigger //
Her suggestion is met with pure delight and admiration glimmering in his gaze, the grin still on for show as he imagines it. “My, what a horrifyingly beautiful idea.” And he means it – to get out all the anger and pain and frustrations without consequences for such feats? Where destruction could be wrought without anything lingering? “We should ask her, don’t you think?” And what amount of chaos that would bring – to disrupt the natural order of life within the room, if death were not a worry no matter what one did.
His hand is warm as it cups her chin and cheek, remaining there briefly to offer his appreciation with the brief chuckle that escapes him. He’s about to answer when she mentions Danta’s name, and despite her eyes being closed to not see any faltering, there is none to be had even in the gentle touch to her face before he brushes back a lock of her blonde hair behind her shoulder.
If anything, when she opens her eyes and he withdraws his hand, it’s with a dark brow lifted in confusion with the grin still in place. “Whatever Danta wishes to do is of his own volition. I am not his keeper.” Gods knew he’d stumbled in on quite a few events Danta had been a part of that made literally zero sense to him, and he’d been internally too mortified to ask.
His hand is warm as it cups her chin and cheek, remaining there briefly to offer his appreciation with the brief chuckle that escapes him. He’s about to answer when she mentions Danta’s name, and despite her eyes being closed to not see any faltering, there is none to be had even in the gentle touch to her face before he brushes back a lock of her blonde hair behind her shoulder.
If anything, when she opens her eyes and he withdraws his hand, it’s with a dark brow lifted in confusion with the grin still in place. “Whatever Danta wishes to do is of his own volition. I am not his keeper.” Gods knew he’d stumbled in on quite a few events Danta had been a part of that made literally zero sense to him, and he’d been internally too mortified to ask.
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
