// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Humming a note a bit louder than the whispered answers of before, the butcher shakes his head a little with a soft sigh of both exasperation and exhaustion as Danta can’t help himself. It isn’t him that swats at the Maverick, but the shadow that warbles from the flickering fire. The touches otherwise from the blonde are gentle and soft.
It lulls him enough to feel less on edge. “I don’t know if I will sleep.” He admits, withdrawing to let his dark gaze linger on the Maverick’s face. A hand lifts to brush his fingertips gently along his sharp cheekbone, before guiding them down to his jaw, tilting it up in a way that might force the blonde to press a kiss to his forehead with how his own head tilts down.
“Perhaps we should go sooner rather than later. I do not feel like myself.” Comes the quiet admission between them, another slight tremble drifting down his spine to his arms. It’s a lie, he feels more like the old version of himself chained up in the heat of the Climb. A feeling that leaves him raw and wholly uncomfortable.
It lulls him enough to feel less on edge. “I don’t know if I will sleep.” He admits, withdrawing to let his dark gaze linger on the Maverick’s face. A hand lifts to brush his fingertips gently along his sharp cheekbone, before guiding them down to his jaw, tilting it up in a way that might force the blonde to press a kiss to his forehead with how his own head tilts down.
“Perhaps we should go sooner rather than later. I do not feel like myself.” Comes the quiet admission between them, another slight tremble drifting down his spine to his arms. It’s a lie, he feels more like the old version of himself chained up in the heat of the Climb. A feeling that leaves him raw and wholly uncomfortable.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
