// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
The last thing he expects is the hiccuped laugh, the way it bubbles out of the Maverick like it was uh an obvious, easy thing. That the butcher didn’t tear himself up over feeling like these feelings were misplaced. How could he not? He’s never experienced them before. There was the occasional lust, the very often bloodlust, and the rage of the butcher.
That’s all he knows. The rest of it is an awkward amalgamation of a creature blooming in his gut and chest that he can’t douse out, that he can’t figure out why it hurts when Danta turns him away.
“It couldn’t be anyone else.”
Sure it could. And he’s about to say as much, given the proclivities that Danta gets up to, but they die on his tongue with the way Danta keeps him close. His fingers twitch against the loose fabric of the other Ancient’s shirt, warmth blooming across his jaw as the Maverick grasps it gently. He exhales a stuttery breath to hear that space is not wanted, before their foreheads press against each others.
The admission has him closing his eyes, arms sweeping around him tighter, nose angling in to brush against the blondes. “I cannot imagine anywhere else I’d rather be.” He admits softly, as close to a you’re fucking stuck with me as he can get without saying such colorful words. “I will stay with you.” He dives in, then, drunk and suddenly so emotionally tired, pressing his lips to Danta’s as if to seal the deal.
That’s all he knows. The rest of it is an awkward amalgamation of a creature blooming in his gut and chest that he can’t douse out, that he can’t figure out why it hurts when Danta turns him away.
“It couldn’t be anyone else.”
Sure it could. And he’s about to say as much, given the proclivities that Danta gets up to, but they die on his tongue with the way Danta keeps him close. His fingers twitch against the loose fabric of the other Ancient’s shirt, warmth blooming across his jaw as the Maverick grasps it gently. He exhales a stuttery breath to hear that space is not wanted, before their foreheads press against each others.
The admission has him closing his eyes, arms sweeping around him tighter, nose angling in to brush against the blondes. “I cannot imagine anywhere else I’d rather be.” He admits softly, as close to a you’re fucking stuck with me as he can get without saying such colorful words. “I will stay with you.” He dives in, then, drunk and suddenly so emotionally tired, pressing his lips to Danta’s as if to seal the deal.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
