// i am the righteous hand of god //
“I will allow it so long as you allow me to bury my head into the blankets first so I do not have to see her.” He says, completely serious, before shifting slightly to snort as he takes another sip of his tea, letting the sweet and hot liquid warm up his chest — a chest that had been nothing but goo the day before. “At the moment I would prefer to stay here with you exactly as I am.” He says on a soft exhale, before he launches into just how okay he is.
He’ll let Danta inspect him to his hearts content, though he won’t find a single thing amiss in neither his words or his appearance, and as he makes his vow and presses his lips to the corner of Danta’s lips, shifted to press one in a real kiss against the other man’s lips, Astaroth sighs into it softly before he sinks back and the butcher tries to ensure his tea doesn’t spill, arm tightened around the other Ancient’s shoulder to keep him close as his cheek presses in to the crown of the Maverick’s head. “You did not sleep at all, did you, darling?”
He’ll let Danta inspect him to his hearts content, though he won’t find a single thing amiss in neither his words or his appearance, and as he makes his vow and presses his lips to the corner of Danta’s lips, shifted to press one in a real kiss against the other man’s lips, Astaroth sighs into it softly before he sinks back and the butcher tries to ensure his tea doesn’t spill, arm tightened around the other Ancient’s shoulder to keep him close as his cheek presses in to the crown of the Maverick’s head. “You did not sleep at all, did you, darling?”
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
