// i am the righteous hand of god //
“Good.” He hums, allowing Danta to settle easier, because he certainly isn’t intending to get up to grab anything, let alone get dressed to go down and face the bravado of the crowds down below, no matter how hungry he was. So instead, he’s content to remain precisely where he is, curled up against the Maverick, tail winding around the other Ancient’s leg, content in any form of connection.
Nodding slowly as Danta settles after the sip, he sets his cup down and returns the free hand over to offer warmth and comfort to the other Ancient. “Nothing but nightmares.” He hums softly, jaw moving slightly from where it’s pressed against the crown of the blonde’s head. “Thank you for that, by the way.” Offering the gratitude gently, his arm squeezes a little before he settles in again. “Perhaps I should find a sleeping muzzle of some kind.” Maybe it would be beneficial for them all (the Maverick, the pillows, himself) if he did.
Nodding slowly as Danta settles after the sip, he sets his cup down and returns the free hand over to offer warmth and comfort to the other Ancient. “Nothing but nightmares.” He hums softly, jaw moving slightly from where it’s pressed against the crown of the blonde’s head. “Thank you for that, by the way.” Offering the gratitude gently, his arm squeezes a little before he settles in again. “Perhaps I should find a sleeping muzzle of some kind.” Maybe it would be beneficial for them all (the Maverick, the pillows, himself) if he did.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
