// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He remains there as long as it takes, the wound on his arm dried and scabbed now, the warmth of the wound cooling with the cold breeze that filters by. He listens to the dull roar of the ocean nearby, only to tense up the second that Danta clears his throat. It’s almost imperceptible and could easily be ignored by the way his hand rakes through his hair, pushing back the black locks out of his face as he keeps his dark gaze focused on a far off light that seems to flicker in the distance.
The hand that brushes along the plush blanket has him clearing his throat finally, head dropping to look down at the Maverick, hand in his hair falling forward to brush against his mouth still splattered red. “Stay.” He whispers, pleads. “I am sorry too.” Comes the quieter admission, his tail curling around his leg under the blanket, trying to keep himself still just as small as possible. His gaze drifts away, then, swallowing hard.
The hand that brushes along the plush blanket has him clearing his throat finally, head dropping to look down at the Maverick, hand in his hair falling forward to brush against his mouth still splattered red. “Stay.” He whispers, pleads. “I am sorry too.” Comes the quieter admission, his tail curling around his leg under the blanket, trying to keep himself still just as small as possible. His gaze drifts away, then, swallowing hard.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
