// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Ah.” The butcher half mumbles, even if the sentiment is still the same. It does sound divine right now even if he can’t find it in him to get out of bed or let the blonde in his arms escape. No, if anything, his touch is reverent, careful as he threads his fingers through Danta’s blonde, letting the ghost of the smile cross his face as the other Ancient chases after his kiss.
Content with where Danta has settled against his neck, his head adjusts as his heartbeat hums a steady beat beneath the blonde’s lips. “Torchline sounds lovely.” He hums, fingertips running along the tops of diamond horns, eyes half lidded as he chases the rainbow hues cast against his fingers.
“Do you want to leave right now?” He’s feeling leagues better than he had the day before, and with Danta wanting to enjoy Torchline, Astaroth does look forward to the trip — but having the Maverick in his arms like this right now is something he isn’t entirely inclined to give up just yet.
Content with where Danta has settled against his neck, his head adjusts as his heartbeat hums a steady beat beneath the blonde’s lips. “Torchline sounds lovely.” He hums, fingertips running along the tops of diamond horns, eyes half lidded as he chases the rainbow hues cast against his fingers.
“Do you want to leave right now?” He’s feeling leagues better than he had the day before, and with Danta wanting to enjoy Torchline, Astaroth does look forward to the trip — but having the Maverick in his arms like this right now is something he isn’t entirely inclined to give up just yet.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
