// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Mid-morning?” He asks in surprise, trying to listen for the sounds even if he can’t hear anything more than just the ease of their heartbeats, comfortably relaxing into the bed as he fights to focus. Hearing the clink of glasses suddenly, he fights the yawn that threatens to escape.
Humming a note that seems like he thinks it’s worth a try, he nestles in and squeezes the other man. “Tea sounds divine.” He nearly whines, until the warmth of Danta’s forehead presses against his, and one hand lifts to cup the Ancient’s cheek before rising to fuss over his own mess of golden hair, made brighter in the light filtering in — blinding, but beautiful as he claims his good morning.
Rather than answering immediately, he leans up to press his lips to Danta’s in a mirrored slow kiss of before, before withdrawing slightly to whisper out a “yes” against his lips. Until the actual reality sinks in and he pulls back to let his bright gaze focus on the other Ancient again. “Where to?” He asks, tilting his head into the pillow a bit, the tips of his horns knocking against the headrest.
Humming a note that seems like he thinks it’s worth a try, he nestles in and squeezes the other man. “Tea sounds divine.” He nearly whines, until the warmth of Danta’s forehead presses against his, and one hand lifts to cup the Ancient’s cheek before rising to fuss over his own mess of golden hair, made brighter in the light filtering in — blinding, but beautiful as he claims his good morning.
Rather than answering immediately, he leans up to press his lips to Danta’s in a mirrored slow kiss of before, before withdrawing slightly to whisper out a “yes” against his lips. Until the actual reality sinks in and he pulls back to let his bright gaze focus on the other Ancient again. “Where to?” He asks, tilting his head into the pillow a bit, the tips of his horns knocking against the headrest.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
