// we haven't won, and if we win, //
It is truly everything that lines up to getting Astaroth precisely in that mood – the control, the blood around them, Dantalion. Yet, the casual arrogance is met with more amusement from the butcher as he cocks his head again, wild hair starting to dry in clumps of bloodied tangles. “I think it is the only mercy at my disposal right now.” Astaroth purrs playfully, distracted enough by how the Maverick leans forward, the two of them chest to chest, lips so close to each other.
And what a distraction it is, because half a second before Astaroth is ready to lean in and press a greedy kiss to the blonde Ancient’s lips, Danta’s shove has the butcher’s still slick fingertips loosening from the rock that had kept them upright, though it hadn’t freed the one from Danta’s wrist nor his tail wrapped around the other Ancient’s leg.
Sucking in a breath of air, Astaroth slips, stumbling back into the water with a bark of laughter, pulling the Maverick along with him.
And what a distraction it is, because half a second before Astaroth is ready to lean in and press a greedy kiss to the blonde Ancient’s lips, Danta’s shove has the butcher’s still slick fingertips loosening from the rock that had kept them upright, though it hadn’t freed the one from Danta’s wrist nor his tail wrapped around the other Ancient’s leg.
Sucking in a breath of air, Astaroth slips, stumbling back into the water with a bark of laughter, pulling the Maverick along with him.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
