Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
He should have assumed Danta would be watching, but it still doesn’t pull away from the fact that if given any chance at any time, the butcher would love to dance with Torchline’s medic again.
As it stands, though, the Maverick shifts to sink down into his side so that they might actually talk rather than Danta becoming his blanket (not that he minds, of course). The butcher turns a little into him, arms still wound around his middle and up his back, gentle strokes and attention paid to the smooth and soft skin.
At least his dramatics aren’t entirely one sided, as Danta reminds him of that day they had a little spat and Asta could not sleep for the life of him, how they ended up back in each other’s rooms — not before the butcher had a momentary panic, of course.
Because it had been precisely when he’d opened the door that he’d seen Danta and immediately pinned him to the wall before realizing just who was within his hold. “I remember it did not last.” He hums, fingertips walking down the Maverick’s spine as his grin twists a touch brighter. “Apologies for pinning you against the wall.” He says before mischief flutters into his dark gaze and his voice drops into a playful purr. “Even if you liked it.”
As it stands, though, the Maverick shifts to sink down into his side so that they might actually talk rather than Danta becoming his blanket (not that he minds, of course). The butcher turns a little into him, arms still wound around his middle and up his back, gentle strokes and attention paid to the smooth and soft skin.
At least his dramatics aren’t entirely one sided, as Danta reminds him of that day they had a little spat and Asta could not sleep for the life of him, how they ended up back in each other’s rooms — not before the butcher had a momentary panic, of course.
Because it had been precisely when he’d opened the door that he’d seen Danta and immediately pinned him to the wall before realizing just who was within his hold. “I remember it did not last.” He hums, fingertips walking down the Maverick’s spine as his grin twists a touch brighter. “Apologies for pinning you against the wall.” He says before mischief flutters into his dark gaze and his voice drops into a playful purr. “Even if you liked it.”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
