// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
The mess that spreads between them is ignored, even with the cool stickiness that clings to his clothes. Instead, he presses into the kiss, pushing the Maverick down into the grass accidentally, but not complaining for the slight blunder — especially with the sound that leaves the blonde’s lips.
Instead he utilizes the opportunity to press down a bit harder into the other Ancient, covering him and wrapping his arms around him where he can. Danta’s head nuzzles in against blood slick black hair, and for a moment he’s quiet before he tilts his head up to look at the blonde through hazy eyes from the alcohol, the bloodlust, the exhaustion.
“Yes.” He hums softly, nosing his way up and leaving a trail of blood in the process from his nose. “I needed it.” Comes the quieter admission, as if not wanting to say it out loud, despite how they both know how true it was. The bruised leg proves the point.
Instead he utilizes the opportunity to press down a bit harder into the other Ancient, covering him and wrapping his arms around him where he can. Danta’s head nuzzles in against blood slick black hair, and for a moment he’s quiet before he tilts his head up to look at the blonde through hazy eyes from the alcohol, the bloodlust, the exhaustion.
“Yes.” He hums softly, nosing his way up and leaving a trail of blood in the process from his nose. “I needed it.” Comes the quieter admission, as if not wanting to say it out loud, despite how they both know how true it was. The bruised leg proves the point.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
