// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Blood splashes everywhere as the two Ancient’s playfully engage in the struggle of rising to the surface, Astaroth especially seeing as the air in his lungs have vanished with the laughter that had broken from him. He manages it, though, precisely at the time that Danta splashes at him again, tail and hand releasing if only to try and splash at him back. Only, as he opens his eyes and blinks through the crimson sheen, he notices Danta isn’t there anymore.
Taking in a breath of air as the other man grapples onto his back, wound perfectly around him to where he cannot pin him, Astaroth drops below the water briefly before pushing up and rising to get another breath, gasping out a “what makes you say that?” As his arms lift to try and grab at the hands trying to push his head under the water again, head tilting back to where the tines of his antlers might knock into the Maverick for an additional attempt to get him to stop trying to drown him.
Taking in a breath of air as the other man grapples onto his back, wound perfectly around him to where he cannot pin him, Astaroth drops below the water briefly before pushing up and rising to get another breath, gasping out a “what makes you say that?” As his arms lift to try and grab at the hands trying to push his head under the water again, head tilting back to where the tines of his antlers might knock into the Maverick for an additional attempt to get him to stop trying to drown him.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
