// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Not at all worried as Danta parts from the kiss and Astaroth is left a touch breathless and dazed with the flurry of emotions he’s gone through today, he merely blinks up as Danta nips at his wrist. His fingertips curl to rake through the blonde a little bit slower, allowing the touch of reverence to take hold.
It only drops as Danta shifts, mentions the magician and he nods without care of his horns for once (something that feels strange and like he has to focus on more to remember that they aren’t there to bonk onto the blonde’s head). His hand drops precisely back down against his chest as the sedative is offered, he murmurs a quiet and accented “thanks,” that sounds more like the Whitebrim of old than his usual tones.
Lifting it to his lips, he takes it with another hiss and a wince in a replica of their night in the Sparkbird’s Nest, only this time without the attempts to hide the feelings sparked between them — and in an effort to drown it out he twists a little to capture a real kiss once more with the bitter taste of the sedative still on his tongue.
It only drops as Danta shifts, mentions the magician and he nods without care of his horns for once (something that feels strange and like he has to focus on more to remember that they aren’t there to bonk onto the blonde’s head). His hand drops precisely back down against his chest as the sedative is offered, he murmurs a quiet and accented “thanks,” that sounds more like the Whitebrim of old than his usual tones.
Lifting it to his lips, he takes it with another hiss and a wince in a replica of their night in the Sparkbird’s Nest, only this time without the attempts to hide the feelings sparked between them — and in an effort to drown it out he twists a little to capture a real kiss once more with the bitter taste of the sedative still on his tongue.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
