// i am the righteous hand of god //
Coming to terms with all of his surroundings is a lot, but at least he isn’t outwardly aggressive this time. Danta’s secret lessons on how to deal with nightmares has worked, even if it hadn’t dragged him back into a deeper sleep. Instead, he’d woken up surprisingly gently all things considered – even if his chest feels a little sore from where he’d smacked his arm into it, but with the realization that he’s on a bed, not in the Climb, no sticky blood or pain to be found aside from that, and with the warmth of Danta wrapped around him – well, it makes for a relatively tame cannibal.
Dark eyes track the hand that circles his wrist and he exhales a slow sigh, clinging to the words and Danta’s voice like they’re a lifeline, to the warmth that blooms against his shoulder from the Maverick’s exhaled breath. There’s no scent of blood in the air, just a destroyed pillow, and that also helps to relieve his mind as it starts to come back to him. “I didn’t—” He starts to say before a feather tickles precisely in the wrong spot where it was stuck in his beard, poking at his nose, immediately sneezing and interrupting what he was trying to say.
Which then only sparks the butcher to start trying to swat away the feathers around and on his face.
Dark eyes track the hand that circles his wrist and he exhales a slow sigh, clinging to the words and Danta’s voice like they’re a lifeline, to the warmth that blooms against his shoulder from the Maverick’s exhaled breath. There’s no scent of blood in the air, just a destroyed pillow, and that also helps to relieve his mind as it starts to come back to him. “I didn’t—” He starts to say before a feather tickles precisely in the wrong spot where it was stuck in his beard, poking at his nose, immediately sneezing and interrupting what he was trying to say.
Which then only sparks the butcher to start trying to swat away the feathers around and on his face.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
