// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
There might be pride that lingers in Danta’s tone over the bruise received but Astaroth’s gaze drops to the mark with a slight frown, muscles feathering in his jaw to see its perfect outline. “I wanted to.” He says unhelpfully, sighing and curling a bit more into himself.
He doesn’t get very far with the attempt, though, because the Maverick steps forward and wraps his arms around the butcher in a hug, his cheek pressing into Danta’s chest, swallowing hard against the tremble that threatens to shake the two of them with the force of it. His arms sluggishly lift, winding around the Maverick to pull him into his lap before he can think better of it.
“Me neither.” He says with a quiet resolve, exhaling a slow sigh through his nose, before he shakes his head surprisingly hard — like he’s trying to regain his composure. “What would you have done if I had the crow charm?” He asks in a surprisingly small voice, recalling the item he was to ask Dygra for.
Perhaps it would be better without it, just in case.
He doesn’t get very far with the attempt, though, because the Maverick steps forward and wraps his arms around the butcher in a hug, his cheek pressing into Danta’s chest, swallowing hard against the tremble that threatens to shake the two of them with the force of it. His arms sluggishly lift, winding around the Maverick to pull him into his lap before he can think better of it.
“Me neither.” He says with a quiet resolve, exhaling a slow sigh through his nose, before he shakes his head surprisingly hard — like he’s trying to regain his composure. “What would you have done if I had the crow charm?” He asks in a surprisingly small voice, recalling the item he was to ask Dygra for.
Perhaps it would be better without it, just in case.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
