// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Drawing up to focus on the Maverick, the butcher’s tongue swipes out against his lips, eyes dark as he scans Danta when he speaks. The whine and warning sparking a sharp sort of twist in his gut, one that has him boxing in the other man a little tighter. At least, until the I love you too much falls from his lips, stilling him, numbing him, because he doesn’t know what to do with the feeling other than let his cheeks flush a hint darker.
Too drunk to really say anything, especially with the kiss that silences him, and he presses back into it with a new kind of zeal, tail moving to brush against Danta’s side. “Mm, alright.” He agrees, unable to stop Danta from ducking under his arm. He isn’t left without touch for long, not as the hand clasps around his wrist and he’s tugged along, wiggling his arm a little so that he might be able to clasp Danta’s hand with his own. Little gestures he’d refrain from if he weren’t so inebriated.
“Maybe the Inn has a… room?” He suggests, squinting up at the star flecked sky, before he looks to Danta abruptly. “Where is it?” It’s already been established he isn’t good with geography, and the look he flashes over toward the blonde is as apologetic as it is slightly embarrassed.
Too drunk to really say anything, especially with the kiss that silences him, and he presses back into it with a new kind of zeal, tail moving to brush against Danta’s side. “Mm, alright.” He agrees, unable to stop Danta from ducking under his arm. He isn’t left without touch for long, not as the hand clasps around his wrist and he’s tugged along, wiggling his arm a little so that he might be able to clasp Danta’s hand with his own. Little gestures he’d refrain from if he weren’t so inebriated.
“Maybe the Inn has a… room?” He suggests, squinting up at the star flecked sky, before he looks to Danta abruptly. “Where is it?” It’s already been established he isn’t good with geography, and the look he flashes over toward the blonde is as apologetic as it is slightly embarrassed.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
