// i am the righteous hand of god //
“I was full of stardust.” Astaroth teases lightly, his tone taking on a hint of amusement in the face of the tough topic and Danta’s own stubbornness. If anything, the butcher feels more like himself right now, too, awoken from a nightmare, tended to gently by Danta – all things which would not have happened back in the Climb, nor would it have happened had he actually not been okay.
For now, though, as Danta settles in and his head presses into his chest and lips find the space above his collarbone, the butcher’s head tilts into Danta’s just enough to hear the mumbling tones. “So that we both go flying when a sentient tree decides to take us out?” He asks in a rumbling tone that seems to suggest that might not be a good idea. But a thought occurs to him, a reminder of how they fought together, and he shifts a little where Danta has made himself comfortable. “Mmmn, well... We do make quite a team when we’re on the same page.” Comes the surprising acquiesce, as he noses his way in to nudging Danta’s face up to press a kiss to his temple, arms tightening around him for a fraction of a second. “I'll allow it.”
For now, though, as Danta settles in and his head presses into his chest and lips find the space above his collarbone, the butcher’s head tilts into Danta’s just enough to hear the mumbling tones. “So that we both go flying when a sentient tree decides to take us out?” He asks in a rumbling tone that seems to suggest that might not be a good idea. But a thought occurs to him, a reminder of how they fought together, and he shifts a little where Danta has made himself comfortable. “Mmmn, well... We do make quite a team when we’re on the same page.” Comes the surprising acquiesce, as he noses his way in to nudging Danta’s face up to press a kiss to his temple, arms tightening around him for a fraction of a second. “I'll allow it.”
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
