Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“I do not tend to notice it most days.” Asta admits, adjusting ever so slightly and enough to be able to press into the kiss at his temple. As for the deep, tough massage being good for scar tissue? Asta also has the same question — and with the answer that the Maverick is thinking along the same lines, he snorts a soft huff of a laugh at that.
It fades as he nestles in and regains his breathing, soaking up the warmth in lieu of sharp pain. Usually, he would stick it out and be stubborn over it, but gods help him if he doesn’t want to just curl up into Danta’s warm embrace, to be held after enduring such surprising pain. Don’t worry, it surprises him just as much as it likely would surprise the other Ancient.
He shifts enough to try to twist beneath Danta, and with his help his goal would be to have the blonde straddle him properly, allowing his dark gaze to fully take in the sharp panes of the Maverick’s face in the low light of their den. “For now, yes.” He answers to Danta’s earnest question, finding no playfulness within his face.
It fades as he nestles in and regains his breathing, soaking up the warmth in lieu of sharp pain. Usually, he would stick it out and be stubborn over it, but gods help him if he doesn’t want to just curl up into Danta’s warm embrace, to be held after enduring such surprising pain. Don’t worry, it surprises him just as much as it likely would surprise the other Ancient.
He shifts enough to try to twist beneath Danta, and with his help his goal would be to have the blonde straddle him properly, allowing his dark gaze to fully take in the sharp panes of the Maverick’s face in the low light of their den. “For now, yes.” He answers to Danta’s earnest question, finding no playfulness within his face.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
