// with our one foot in the grave //
Honey dark eyes meet shadowed blues, the firelight flickering vibrantly to reveal the clouds of anger hidden and yet registered, because the butcher is nothing if not able to recognize what it’s like looking into a mirror. A mirror that cracks and breaks as soon as Danta’s shaking his head and his words leave him.
There’s a blink of surprise, momentarily frozen as it registers, as it has to break through barriers of walls he’s had up for years. It breaks into parts of his mind he didn’t even know existed. And it’s that strange sensation that has the butcher, despite the pain and soreness, bolstered in his state of hovering over the other man to actually settle into his lap.
Straddling the Maverick’s lap, swallowing down the pain that’s sharpened in his torso as he moves, the battered, dark haired Ancient reaches up with both free hands to cradle Danta’s face, eyes searching his face as the hands try to alleviate that incredibly sharp cut of tension through his jaw. In his searching, he finds something, though what it is remains locked behind too sharp teeth. “This is… A foreign feeling for me, darling.” He admits quietly, leaning forward to press his forehead against the blonde’s, exhaling a soft breath. “But I too have felt a certain.. Protectiveness. Involving you.” Something he would have never thought he'd admit to, but if they’re sharing secrets… well.
Perhaps he doesn’t have to keep wondering what this feeling is.
There’s a blink of surprise, momentarily frozen as it registers, as it has to break through barriers of walls he’s had up for years. It breaks into parts of his mind he didn’t even know existed. And it’s that strange sensation that has the butcher, despite the pain and soreness, bolstered in his state of hovering over the other man to actually settle into his lap.
Straddling the Maverick’s lap, swallowing down the pain that’s sharpened in his torso as he moves, the battered, dark haired Ancient reaches up with both free hands to cradle Danta’s face, eyes searching his face as the hands try to alleviate that incredibly sharp cut of tension through his jaw. In his searching, he finds something, though what it is remains locked behind too sharp teeth. “This is… A foreign feeling for me, darling.” He admits quietly, leaning forward to press his forehead against the blonde’s, exhaling a soft breath. “But I too have felt a certain.. Protectiveness. Involving you.” Something he would have never thought he'd admit to, but if they’re sharing secrets… well.
Perhaps he doesn’t have to keep wondering what this feeling is.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
