// with our one foot in the grave //
“Mm, perhaps.” He muses, even if the shell of the reminder of Maea’s own bloodboon on him felt like a slap in the face, even if it had helped him stop coughing up blood. Either way, Charlie isn’t here right now, and the best he can do is try to relax the muscles he’s currently favoring, and soaking up what relief he can with the reflective heat of Danta’s body blanketed over him.
His eyes pop open, a dark brow rising as he fights from falling asleep again with the fire against his hair and the gentle heat of Danta’s fingers threading through, when the suggestion of burning something arises. His head lifts a bit and he peers down at the Theocrat curiously, lips quirking into a smirk of amusement. “What shall we burn, darling?” Acceptance of the answer, while trying to figure out just what they might spend all of his rage into.
His eyes pop open, a dark brow rising as he fights from falling asleep again with the fire against his hair and the gentle heat of Danta’s fingers threading through, when the suggestion of burning something arises. His head lifts a bit and he peers down at the Theocrat curiously, lips quirking into a smirk of amusement. “What shall we burn, darling?” Acceptance of the answer, while trying to figure out just what they might spend all of his rage into.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
