// i am the righteous hand of god //
No, it doesn’t feel okay. And he knows that. He doesn’t feel okay fully either, not with the starlight still burning through his body. “I know.” Comes the quiet rumble, even as he cups the Maverick’s face, makes his request, lets Danta throw as much of a fit as he wants. Luckily, he isn’t hurt anymore, so having the Theocrat swat at his chest, he’s met with the heavy scarring beneath the crisp shirt.
But then, he can feel the rush of breath, he can feel the other man’s fight give up, he easily opens up for the exhausted Ancient to crumble into his open arms, hands lowering from his face to slide over his shoulders and tighten the embrace against his chest, tucking Danta’s head into his neck against his mostly steady heartbeat. His tail winds around Danta in turn, both of them pressed as tightly together as can be.
“I am sorry.” He apologizes on a breath, cheek pressing against the somewhat sharp spikes that bloom from the diamond horns, uncaring if they prick and leave marks. “I didn’t realize what was happening until after, and I think I was more angry about it than anything. I still am.” He admits, his jaw setting tight right after.
But then, he can feel the rush of breath, he can feel the other man’s fight give up, he easily opens up for the exhausted Ancient to crumble into his open arms, hands lowering from his face to slide over his shoulders and tighten the embrace against his chest, tucking Danta’s head into his neck against his mostly steady heartbeat. His tail winds around Danta in turn, both of them pressed as tightly together as can be.
“I am sorry.” He apologizes on a breath, cheek pressing against the somewhat sharp spikes that bloom from the diamond horns, uncaring if they prick and leave marks. “I didn’t realize what was happening until after, and I think I was more angry about it than anything. I still am.” He admits, his jaw setting tight right after.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
