// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“I didn’t know where you went.” He admits, because it hadn’t been intentional to run back into the Maverick as he walked around the corner. Cocking his head to hear the follow up, though, a frown blooms on his face and he shakes his head a little, because he’s positive she’s probably locked it or might continue to cry and spark awkward sensations the butcher can’t place in this state.
He should feel bad. And he does.
But he also feels freer.
Especially as his dark gaze, made black in the dark of night focuses on Danta’s face, his warm hands gently holding him from swaying too much. “I don’t know.” He admits in a soft whisper, before his hands lower and smooth down Danta’s arms, exhaling a sigh, before thinking better of pulling his hands away. In the same movement, his mind continues to work, even as the barriers to keep them locked behind his too sharp teeth grow paper thin. “I do not want to cage you.” He admits in another whisper.
He should feel bad. And he does.
But he also feels freer.
Especially as his dark gaze, made black in the dark of night focuses on Danta’s face, his warm hands gently holding him from swaying too much. “I don’t know.” He admits in a soft whisper, before his hands lower and smooth down Danta’s arms, exhaling a sigh, before thinking better of pulling his hands away. In the same movement, his mind continues to work, even as the barriers to keep them locked behind his too sharp teeth grow paper thin. “I do not want to cage you.” He admits in another whisper.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
