// i am the righteous hand of god //
With his arms looped the way that they are, Danta is free to run his exploration. There’s no pain, no wincing, no gashes or wounds, no too soft spaces where hardened bone or scars should be. “I know.” He says by means of not doing anything wrong. He knows he didn’t, but it felt right to say it anyway.
What the Maverick says next has a deep chuckle vibrating through him, exhaling in a sigh even as he presses his head down a bit harder against the top of his head again. “I am not the strongest these days.” As evidenced by Flora’s ability to call down a literal goddess and the work done by her blades and strength.
Immediately shaking his head, Astaroth receives a small slice on his cheek for the trouble, though he cares very little. “Darling, I do not wish to be anywhere else but here.” With you. What enjoyment is there out there when you’re not a part of it?
What the Maverick says next has a deep chuckle vibrating through him, exhaling in a sigh even as he presses his head down a bit harder against the top of his head again. “I am not the strongest these days.” As evidenced by Flora’s ability to call down a literal goddess and the work done by her blades and strength.
Immediately shaking his head, Astaroth receives a small slice on his cheek for the trouble, though he cares very little. “Darling, I do not wish to be anywhere else but here.” With you. What enjoyment is there out there when you’re not a part of it?
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
