// i am the righteous hand of god //
It’s a different sense of feeling like he might suffocate – only because each time he tries to open his mouth to breathe or take an inhale, another one of those stupid feathers comes diving right in. At least, it doesn’t last, because with the offered space the butcher does twist back to lay on his spine, stubbornly trying to remove what he can for feathers, with the help of the Maverick’s more awake movements.
Sighing a touch of relief that the feathers are mostly gone from causing any issues, Astaroth turns his head toward Danta with an exhausted blink. “I didn’t mean to wake you, was what I was originally intending on saying.” He offers a touch softly, arms dropping to settle at his stomach, before he tilts a little to face Danta better. “I didn’t bite you, did I?” He still doesn’t smell any blood, but as the question leaves his lips he’s giving the blonde a good look over, one hand lifting to cup his jaw in a way he might twist Danta’s head slightly to make sure he’s free of any wounds.
Sighing a touch of relief that the feathers are mostly gone from causing any issues, Astaroth turns his head toward Danta with an exhausted blink. “I didn’t mean to wake you, was what I was originally intending on saying.” He offers a touch softly, arms dropping to settle at his stomach, before he tilts a little to face Danta better. “I didn’t bite you, did I?” He still doesn’t smell any blood, but as the question leaves his lips he’s giving the blonde a good look over, one hand lifting to cup his jaw in a way he might twist Danta’s head slightly to make sure he’s free of any wounds.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
