// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Eyes focus on Danta, as hazy as his focus is, the hands reach out to fuss over patterned buttons in his vest and teal shirt, before finally some pieces start to slot in. The second Danta melts against his chest, the awkward raging feeling within him starts to settle, smoothing over as his arms wind around the Maverick in turn. The guilty admission is his only focus, and his has his arms tightening a hint more around him.
Nuzzling into fair hair and completely ignoring the diamond horns that threaten to tear at his cheek, he exhales a slow sound. “For me, as well.” He admits in a huff, before he can think better of it. “I am sorry that it’s me.” Danta’s tormentor, the butcher of Whitebrim, trapping the Maverick with feelings they both have zero idea how to navigate or even where to start.
“I understand if you wish to have space.” He says, starting to withdraw a little, figuring it may be a repeat of when they’d gotten too close in Levinsward. His grip loosens around the blonde, his tail hung low, sweeping over the stone path as if already prepared for the dejection of feelings he only finally can find a name for.
Nuzzling into fair hair and completely ignoring the diamond horns that threaten to tear at his cheek, he exhales a slow sound. “For me, as well.” He admits in a huff, before he can think better of it. “I am sorry that it’s me.” Danta’s tormentor, the butcher of Whitebrim, trapping the Maverick with feelings they both have zero idea how to navigate or even where to start.
“I understand if you wish to have space.” He says, starting to withdraw a little, figuring it may be a repeat of when they’d gotten too close in Levinsward. His grip loosens around the blonde, his tail hung low, sweeping over the stone path as if already prepared for the dejection of feelings he only finally can find a name for.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
