// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Amusement flickers through him as the realization hits Danta, a smirk blooming on his too sharp mouth, curling as he peers up at the Maverick completely unobstructed. Just as Danta’s fingers are unobstructed as they glide through his dark hair. It reaches a point where his fingertips glide over the space his horns typically sprout from, and somehow it feels amazing. His lids flutter as they glide over an itch he didn’t realize was there, until his brows pinch and he barks out a scoff of a sound, seemingly mortified.
“You should tell me now if you’re only in it for the horns.” Comes his playfully offended scoff, letting his head fall back against Danta’s chest with defeat — even if he’s entirely thankful for all of these thoughts to pull him away from the gore crows.
As for sleeping, a bare shoulder rises and falls before he lifts the blanket back up. “I am not sure if I can keep it going while asleep. It’s the first time I’ve used it in years.” He admits, dark gaze lingering on luxere man and his red headed partner, trying to duck under an eve of a shop on the street.
“You should tell me now if you’re only in it for the horns.” Comes his playfully offended scoff, letting his head fall back against Danta’s chest with defeat — even if he’s entirely thankful for all of these thoughts to pull him away from the gore crows.
As for sleeping, a bare shoulder rises and falls before he lifts the blanket back up. “I am not sure if I can keep it going while asleep. It’s the first time I’ve used it in years.” He admits, dark gaze lingering on luxere man and his red headed partner, trying to duck under an eve of a shop on the street.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
