// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Warmth spreads through his face as Danta’s cheek presses in against his, the weight added between that and the blanket soothes the lingering worries that continue to burn through his gut. It feels less intense, less overwhelming, and it soothes a fraction more as Danta announces that they wouldn’t be able to see them unless they were particularly nosy. But then, the whisper and the lights dim, and despite the stress that weighs exhaustion on his lanky body, it’s intimate and dare he think romantic.
His dark gaze lingers on the man with the fireworks, watching as he amazes those walking by — a little thing to brighten the days of the people passing by. It distracts him momentarily, too, enough that beneath the fingers that draw designs against his already patchwork set of scars, it rises with a huff of a laugh, a lingering smile that can be seen in the deepening crows feet against his eyes.
“A magician?” He asks quietly, watching the man as he takes the trails of fireworks and begins to spread them out like shooting stars in an arc above the next series of watchers.
His dark gaze lingers on the man with the fireworks, watching as he amazes those walking by — a little thing to brighten the days of the people passing by. It distracts him momentarily, too, enough that beneath the fingers that draw designs against his already patchwork set of scars, it rises with a huff of a laugh, a lingering smile that can be seen in the deepening crows feet against his eyes.
“A magician?” He asks quietly, watching the man as he takes the trails of fireworks and begins to spread them out like shooting stars in an arc above the next series of watchers.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
