// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“You did what you had to do.” He says with a quiet murmur of resolve. He knows why Danta shifted. He doesn’t like it, but he understands. The truth is there, in the blood Danta had washed off, the long shower and moments of terror that had broken him from the spell. Nodding slowly to the mention of staying out here, his leg curls in a bit tighter, hand dropping to rest on the arm rest of the chair to let the scabbed scratch cool down again with the night air.
Settling into the chair a bit easier as Danta stands up, he tries to break through the fog of his mind. “If you want to.” He says with a quiet amount of resolve. He can tell that the Maverick hesitates, and it takes a few seconds before the butcher unfolds somewhat, the blanket falling from a shoulder while he tilts his head toward the other Ancient. A lick of fire sparks and swirls up Danta’s arm toward his face, a gentle caress against his cheek in a touchless embrace, before it sparks away into nothing.
Settling into the chair a bit easier as Danta stands up, he tries to break through the fog of his mind. “If you want to.” He says with a quiet amount of resolve. He can tell that the Maverick hesitates, and it takes a few seconds before the butcher unfolds somewhat, the blanket falling from a shoulder while he tilts his head toward the other Ancient. A lick of fire sparks and swirls up Danta’s arm toward his face, a gentle caress against his cheek in a touchless embrace, before it sparks away into nothing.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
