// we haven't won, and if we win, //
“And I am telling you, it is not that different.” He teases lightly, able to make those little jests and jokes before he’s wholly captivated, letting Danta settle in his arms as he continues to trace and run his fingers along the shiny adornments. He’s glad that Danta doesn’t ask what he’s looking at, because if he were to have to try and admit it, he’s sure he would fail.
Instead, as the Maverick’s head tilts into the touch, his other arm slips up to run his thumb along Danta’s sharp cheekbone, a dark brow lifting as he chuckles a quieter sound along the laugh bubbling out of Danta’s chest. “Here, darling. I am well aware of your frivolities elsewhere.” He drawls a touch exasperated, but it’s a moment that doesn’t last as he tilts his head a little and his hand moves to cup Danta’s face a bit more, before selfishly leaning in to steal a kiss, like he can't help himself but to in the moment.
Instead, as the Maverick’s head tilts into the touch, his other arm slips up to run his thumb along Danta’s sharp cheekbone, a dark brow lifting as he chuckles a quieter sound along the laugh bubbling out of Danta’s chest. “Here, darling. I am well aware of your frivolities elsewhere.” He drawls a touch exasperated, but it’s a moment that doesn’t last as he tilts his head a little and his hand moves to cup Danta’s face a bit more, before selfishly leaning in to steal a kiss, like he can't help himself but to in the moment.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
