// with our one foot in the grave //
“Mm, something like that.” Astaroth answers, which is certainly a good enough response for both statements. Because he hadn’t stopped for chit chatting. He’d stopped so he could get rid of the contents of his stomach. Had felt cornered. Not scared, never scared, but distrustful. That if he wasn’t careful he’d end up in a repeat of being tied down in the Climb.
These are thoughts that vanish so surprisingly easily before they can take root when Danta blankets the scars, his dark gaze watching the way the firelight reflects and plays with the rainbow hues of Danta’s horns where they settle against his shoulder. One of the butcher’s arms tightens, the other lifting to run through blonde hair idly, a mimicry of the tender touch the Theocrats had offered him.
“Please do.” He purrs, knowing full well that the information would be shared, and also offering that playful tease from earlier of just how much the Maverick enjoyed hearing him say please.
He’s contemplative for a moment before he sighs and tucks his bearded chin against one of Danta’s spiked horn. “My largest issue is that I am angry. And I have been limited physically to get it out.” A fiery tornado of rage within the confines of a too bruised body to actually do anything about it.
These are thoughts that vanish so surprisingly easily before they can take root when Danta blankets the scars, his dark gaze watching the way the firelight reflects and plays with the rainbow hues of Danta’s horns where they settle against his shoulder. One of the butcher’s arms tightens, the other lifting to run through blonde hair idly, a mimicry of the tender touch the Theocrats had offered him.
“Please do.” He purrs, knowing full well that the information would be shared, and also offering that playful tease from earlier of just how much the Maverick enjoyed hearing him say please.
He’s contemplative for a moment before he sighs and tucks his bearded chin against one of Danta’s spiked horn. “My largest issue is that I am angry. And I have been limited physically to get it out.” A fiery tornado of rage within the confines of a too bruised body to actually do anything about it.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
