// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
It’s that quiet mantra that follows him into sleep, one that’s blissfully nothing as they’re wrapped within the confines of Danta’s comforting words and the sedative blacking him out. It’s a surprisingly blissfully dead sleep, so Danta’s panic is warranted well enough — even if there is a slow heartbeat bumping through his neck. His hair is ruffled more than it had been when he’d fallen asleep, though, and somehow still no horns or tail make an appearance as the sunlight flickers against his bronzed cheeks.
It’s the panicky voice that rouses him, stretching bones that feel so heavy and sleep infused still, twisting slightly enough to press his cheek against the cool pillow through the muzzle. “Mm? Fine, darling, why?” His eyes still haven’t opened and he’s still half asleep even as he tries to wake, loosening any hold that had stuck when he’d fallen asleep — his obsidian horns still appearing and ruffling his hair even more, tail reappearing and curling tightly around Danta’s leg.
It’s the panicky voice that rouses him, stretching bones that feel so heavy and sleep infused still, twisting slightly enough to press his cheek against the cool pillow through the muzzle. “Mm? Fine, darling, why?” His eyes still haven’t opened and he’s still half asleep even as he tries to wake, loosening any hold that had stuck when he’d fallen asleep — his obsidian horns still appearing and ruffling his hair even more, tail reappearing and curling tightly around Danta’s leg.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
