// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He doesn’t even notice, still half asleep despite the mental tugs it takes to wake. It isn’t until Danta’s fussing over his hair and pulling the braid from one of the tines of his horns it has loosely looped around. Lips press against his forehead, mumbling words that drag him to finally find the motivation to open his eyes. The punch of his brows is felt before he blinks awake, exhaling a sigh of surprise. “Truly?” He asks, despite how he squints against the light and aims to bury his face again.
He doesn’t get very far as he hears the muzzle unbuckle, shifting reluctantly to let him slip it off — cheeks and beard sporting the indent of how he’d passed out. A hand lifts to rub at his cheek, fixing the indent in his beard at the very least before he tries to wake up further. “If only they could fix the taste.” He laments, because he might be more willing to take it every night to try and ensure no nightmares came to him.
Though something tells him it’s the mixture of his exhaustion and the sedative that had prevented it.
Blinking into more wakefulness, arms squeezing around the Maverick’s warm body, he lets his honeyed gaze focus on the other Ancient as if seeing him for the first time this morning. “Good morning, Danta, darling.” He says softly.
He doesn’t get very far as he hears the muzzle unbuckle, shifting reluctantly to let him slip it off — cheeks and beard sporting the indent of how he’d passed out. A hand lifts to rub at his cheek, fixing the indent in his beard at the very least before he tries to wake up further. “If only they could fix the taste.” He laments, because he might be more willing to take it every night to try and ensure no nightmares came to him.
Though something tells him it’s the mixture of his exhaustion and the sedative that had prevented it.
Blinking into more wakefulness, arms squeezing around the Maverick’s warm body, he lets his honeyed gaze focus on the other Ancient as if seeing him for the first time this morning. “Good morning, Danta, darling.” He says softly.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
