lord help anyone who stands in my way; for I am not merciful, and i am not kind
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
and i am not afraid to make you wish that i was
The next kiss is just as sweet and Astaroth cherishes it, fingertips twitching where they thread through the blonde. But as they withdraw and his gaze meets the Maverick’s, they’re soft and gentle, warm honey meeting the fire dark hues of Danta’s own blues. “Next time, mm?” He asks, before a huff of breath is leaving him with how Danta presses in close again.
A glimmer of surprise flickers in his gaze at the comment, and he can’t help the soft laugh that leaves him with it. “Perhaps we should not rub salt in the wound?” He admits a touch softly, before shrugging a shoulder lightly. “Her and I are friendly toward one another again, at least.” A small boon he’s not looking to lose again, not with how strong and powerful she is.
But either way, whether Danta wishes to do it or not, his only focus is the here and now — warm and in the Maverick’s embrace, as comfortable as he could ever be.
A glimmer of surprise flickers in his gaze at the comment, and he can’t help the soft laugh that leaves him with it. “Perhaps we should not rub salt in the wound?” He admits a touch softly, before shrugging a shoulder lightly. “Her and I are friendly toward one another again, at least.” A small boon he’s not looking to lose again, not with how strong and powerful she is.
But either way, whether Danta wishes to do it or not, his only focus is the here and now — warm and in the Maverick’s embrace, as comfortable as he could ever be.
Astaroth
say your prayers now
