// i am the righteous hand of god //
“Ah.” Astaroth rumbles, the butcher’s dark gaze lingering on Danta even as he plucks yet another feather from around him, his gaze dropping briefly to the twirling of it before he proceeds with his inspection. “Good.” He comments after he’s satisfied with the result and the fact that Danta seemed perfectly fine – better now, than earlier, too.
His thumb strokes along the Maverick’s cheekbone once he leans into the touch, and it’s enough of a reaction that the butcher is sure nothing terrible has happened (except for the loss of feather pillows). At the admission of the day being hard, though, Astaroth’s thumb twitches where it strokes along the sharp cheekbone, before he’s trying to tug Danta down with him, peering over the blonde’s diamond horns and sleep tousled curls toward the closed door. “It isn’t your fault, darling.” He offers quietly, listening to the crackling of the fireplace to soothe any lingering pieces of the nightmare. “It is never easy to come face to face with ones own mortality.” At least this time he didn’t have the actual bleeding wounds and days of suffering. But in place of that, it had been one swipe and the entirety of his insides had felt like gelatin. “I am sorry that it was hard for you, too.”
His thumb strokes along the Maverick’s cheekbone once he leans into the touch, and it’s enough of a reaction that the butcher is sure nothing terrible has happened (except for the loss of feather pillows). At the admission of the day being hard, though, Astaroth’s thumb twitches where it strokes along the sharp cheekbone, before he’s trying to tug Danta down with him, peering over the blonde’s diamond horns and sleep tousled curls toward the closed door. “It isn’t your fault, darling.” He offers quietly, listening to the crackling of the fireplace to soothe any lingering pieces of the nightmare. “It is never easy to come face to face with ones own mortality.” At least this time he didn’t have the actual bleeding wounds and days of suffering. But in place of that, it had been one swipe and the entirety of his insides had felt like gelatin. “I am sorry that it was hard for you, too.”
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
