// with our one foot in the grave //
He can certainly try to kiss all the bruises away. It’s not like the butcher would stop the attempts. If anything it would soothe the slight burn of the blunder. Those hands dragging through his hair is a sensation that Astaroth chases internally, even as he forces himself to pull away, drifting like a ghost toward the tray of breakfast.
“That depends, darling.” He says after another bite, snorting slightly. “But I suppose I can make an exception to be especially polite to you.” If that’s what Danta wanted, he would do it. It seems crystal clear now that the only person in Caido he would allow to hold his leash, is the Theocrat himself.
The question of the bath arrives and Danta already prowls over to get it ready, and Astaroth takes a bit of time to let it fill as he devours as much as he can stomach for the moment. And he starts to step over, still stiffly, but smoothly enough that it seems he’s gotten used to the soreness. He leans in, hand trailing through the hot water with a sigh of relief, angling his head toward the blonde with his equally wicked, but exceptional sharp, grin. “I shan’t go easy on you either, my dear, but I shall make it up to you after.” He decides with a smirk crossing his face, before he absolutely gets into Danta’s space to maneuver his way into the bath, face dangerously close to the Maverick’s lips and neck as he does so, before he settles with an impossible to hide sigh of relief.
“That depends, darling.” He says after another bite, snorting slightly. “But I suppose I can make an exception to be especially polite to you.” If that’s what Danta wanted, he would do it. It seems crystal clear now that the only person in Caido he would allow to hold his leash, is the Theocrat himself.
The question of the bath arrives and Danta already prowls over to get it ready, and Astaroth takes a bit of time to let it fill as he devours as much as he can stomach for the moment. And he starts to step over, still stiffly, but smoothly enough that it seems he’s gotten used to the soreness. He leans in, hand trailing through the hot water with a sigh of relief, angling his head toward the blonde with his equally wicked, but exceptional sharp, grin. “I shan’t go easy on you either, my dear, but I shall make it up to you after.” He decides with a smirk crossing his face, before he absolutely gets into Danta’s space to maneuver his way into the bath, face dangerously close to the Maverick’s lips and neck as he does so, before he settles with an impossible to hide sigh of relief.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
