// with our one foot in the grave //
Astaroth snorts lightly at the fired response, amusement in the air for the moment as he heaves a soft hum of agreement. “Fair is fair.” He drawls, biting his tongue against adding I’m sure you’d love to add more onto me after everything I’d put you through. But now isn’t the time or place, and perhaps there never will be for those thoughts.
So instead, the butcher incessantly tugs at Danta’s arm and only releases him when it’s clear the Maverick will be slipping into the bath with him. “My lial shift has returned, so I could certainly trek back there faster.” He muses aloud, utilizing the speed and heat of the volcanic crocodile to surge his way back to the comfort of the Dusklight.
All of those thoughts vanish as Danta blankets him and he sighs in relief, legs adjusting to tangle with the shorter Ancient. His head tilting into the fingers that toy with the edges of wet, black hair. The butcher’s warm arms slip around his middle, pressing him in against his bruised and scarred chest, humming a note as a thought occurs to him. “She had mentioned that she was worried about becoming a monster and that she’s done things that even I would find abhorrent.” His tone is equally as flat as those sea blues, and he sighs a little with it before he closes his eyes to actually enjoy the feel of Danta’s fingers in his hair.
“I am unsure what to make of it.”
So instead, the butcher incessantly tugs at Danta’s arm and only releases him when it’s clear the Maverick will be slipping into the bath with him. “My lial shift has returned, so I could certainly trek back there faster.” He muses aloud, utilizing the speed and heat of the volcanic crocodile to surge his way back to the comfort of the Dusklight.
All of those thoughts vanish as Danta blankets him and he sighs in relief, legs adjusting to tangle with the shorter Ancient. His head tilting into the fingers that toy with the edges of wet, black hair. The butcher’s warm arms slip around his middle, pressing him in against his bruised and scarred chest, humming a note as a thought occurs to him. “She had mentioned that she was worried about becoming a monster and that she’s done things that even I would find abhorrent.” His tone is equally as flat as those sea blues, and he sighs a little with it before he closes his eyes to actually enjoy the feel of Danta’s fingers in his hair.
“I am unsure what to make of it.”
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
