// we haven't won, and if we win, //
“Yes, we know.” The butcher huffs another soft laugh, before he can’t stop himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to Danta’s own, a gentle and greedy kiss, one that’s selfish and needy, that has him blanketing the Maverick in such a way that it feels like they collide, like they’re one single entity, awash in blood and the heat of the Climb and eyes of vibrant blues intermixed with blackest black.
His lungs burn and he withdraws, panting as he plants himself above Danta again, eyes a touch softer, until the smirk crosses Danta’s face and the words leave his lips, and Astaroth could be honest and tell him that he didn’t learn it here – but what fun is that when he can poke and prod and have fun with it in a version of his own chaos.
He smirks down at Danta and cocks his head. “Sari was my first kiss.” He touts, keeping that smirk on his face. “It is why she was so upset that I hated her chocolate pepper concoction.” It’s absolutely a full blown lie, but he plays it off with such perfect seriousness that it’s believable.
His lungs burn and he withdraws, panting as he plants himself above Danta again, eyes a touch softer, until the smirk crosses Danta’s face and the words leave his lips, and Astaroth could be honest and tell him that he didn’t learn it here – but what fun is that when he can poke and prod and have fun with it in a version of his own chaos.
He smirks down at Danta and cocks his head. “Sari was my first kiss.” He touts, keeping that smirk on his face. “It is why she was so upset that I hated her chocolate pepper concoction.” It’s absolutely a full blown lie, but he plays it off with such perfect seriousness that it’s believable.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
