// i am the righteous hand of god //
“You just vanished.” He supplies instantly, with no judgment but an air of concern to hear the roughness of the other Ancient’s voice. At the clarification, though, he steps in further, opens his eyes and as he closes the door behind him while remaining facing the Maverick, he takes in every single instance of just how much Danta is off.
The shaking hands, the stuttering, all of it scream a sort of panic in his mind that has that void widening, yawning, sharp teeth churning within him. He breaks the distance nearly immediately as Danta speaks again, reaching out with a featherlight touch to his elbow as he joins him at the fireplace, his fingertips warm to the touch. “I would prefer a quiet moment, personally.” Or a quiet night. “Something tells me you might like one too.” His gaze drifts from the shaking Maverick to the fire, even as he opens up his arm to try and allow Danta to slip in against his side, against his warm embrace.
The shaking hands, the stuttering, all of it scream a sort of panic in his mind that has that void widening, yawning, sharp teeth churning within him. He breaks the distance nearly immediately as Danta speaks again, reaching out with a featherlight touch to his elbow as he joins him at the fireplace, his fingertips warm to the touch. “I would prefer a quiet moment, personally.” Or a quiet night. “Something tells me you might like one too.” His gaze drifts from the shaking Maverick to the fire, even as he opens up his arm to try and allow Danta to slip in against his side, against his warm embrace.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
