// with our one foot in the grave //
There is absolutely zero complaints with the way Danta moves in to inevitably move out — lips just barely brushing against one another — and rather than tug him back to continue it, he offers his appreciation in the lick of fire to keep him warm as they sort and Danta plucks the jar up from the ground and heads back toward the path.
He follows easily, tail sweeping behind the other man as he draws his fire up around Danta’s neck as if to keep it from accidentally reaching the jar before he lets it vanish into nothing — his long strides bringing him up beside the Maverick. “You did too, darling.” He reminds him a touch softer, sidling up beside Danta, tail waving contently behind him. In a shift of subject, he glances over at the blonde before nudging him lightly with his elbow. “Your gift should be completed by the time we get back. Are we hailing a cart or staying in another inn tonight?” It doesn’t matter to him one way or another.
He follows easily, tail sweeping behind the other man as he draws his fire up around Danta’s neck as if to keep it from accidentally reaching the jar before he lets it vanish into nothing — his long strides bringing him up beside the Maverick. “You did too, darling.” He reminds him a touch softer, sidling up beside Danta, tail waving contently behind him. In a shift of subject, he glances over at the blonde before nudging him lightly with his elbow. “Your gift should be completed by the time we get back. Are we hailing a cart or staying in another inn tonight?” It doesn’t matter to him one way or another.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
