// we haven't won, and if we win, //
It’s a well fought battle, truthfully, because he’s managed to evade the accidental drowning in the blood water and also managed to entrap Danta’s hands enough that he has to lean back to not get stabbed or knocked into by his horns, and Astaroth finally starts to relax the second he feels the tension drop in the Maverick’s body.
Relaxing and letting him be ferried around, Astaroth’s hands slip from Danta’s arms to reach out for the rock they’d just been by, utilizing it to keep them upright and give him a moment to breathe and catch his breath. “Not in Whitebrim, Danta.” He says in a tone that seems to say obviously. “I never knew how until I became Ancient. And I quite literally sunk like a rock until I figured it out.” He admits, head tilting to keep his horns from poking the Maverick so that he might look up at him with a snort as he sees the blood staining the blonde of his hair and his face, melding with the kohl still around his eyes.
Relaxing and letting him be ferried around, Astaroth’s hands slip from Danta’s arms to reach out for the rock they’d just been by, utilizing it to keep them upright and give him a moment to breathe and catch his breath. “Not in Whitebrim, Danta.” He says in a tone that seems to say obviously. “I never knew how until I became Ancient. And I quite literally sunk like a rock until I figured it out.” He admits, head tilting to keep his horns from poking the Maverick so that he might look up at him with a snort as he sees the blood staining the blonde of his hair and his face, melding with the kohl still around his eyes.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
