// with our one foot in the grave //
“I am not a coward if I’ve done it before.” He quips back with a roll of his eyes, nose twitching and scrunching playfully as he sighs and sinks back after depositing the ash in much the same way that Danta had. “Besides, I am in pain, darling.” Comes the air of an accented whine that almost seems to suggest take care of me, like Danta hadn’t just spent the whole fucking last half of the day and the whole night and the whole morning, doing precisely that.
Meeting the blues of Danta’s eyes with honey dark ones of his own, he chuckles a deep sound. “You would have bullied me so much more had you known I fold paper animals in my spare time, instead of devouring and fucking.” He answers as if it were common knowledge. “How many more fights would it have spurred, I wonder?” He nearly purrs, just to be an asshole.
Meeting the blues of Danta’s eyes with honey dark ones of his own, he chuckles a deep sound. “You would have bullied me so much more had you known I fold paper animals in my spare time, instead of devouring and fucking.” He answers as if it were common knowledge. “How many more fights would it have spurred, I wonder?” He nearly purrs, just to be an asshole.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
