Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Dark eyes close as Danta takes his time imagining just whether or not he liked it at this length or a different one, and it has the added bonus of the kiss to his forehead being a surprise. A welcome one, as it stands. “Mm, it could use one.” He admits, letting the smile retake on his features as he blinks his dark gaze (made darker in the low light of the den) open to scan the Maverick’s face as he clasps him closer, taking a moment to tangle them even further.
It reminds him of the first time he’d slipped up in admitting as close to feelings as he got, where Danta had recoiled from being caged despite it not being the butcher’s intention. And now? Now he can twist and wind himself all around the Theocrat, a box of the blonde’s own making, complete with adoration and love. And gods if it doesn’t feel like this is how his life should have been.
He shifts a little as the blanket gets pulled over them, legs tangling with Danta’s in time with the low chuckle that leaves him, warm and inviting. “So far I have not been opposed to your goals.” He starts to say, as if in warning that he might actually find it entertaining. “However, I do not think I’m ready for grey hair just yet.” He bounces a brow as his hands widen against Danta’s hips, still possessive and clingy but with an air of taunting within the gesture.
It reminds him of the first time he’d slipped up in admitting as close to feelings as he got, where Danta had recoiled from being caged despite it not being the butcher’s intention. And now? Now he can twist and wind himself all around the Theocrat, a box of the blonde’s own making, complete with adoration and love. And gods if it doesn’t feel like this is how his life should have been.
He shifts a little as the blanket gets pulled over them, legs tangling with Danta’s in time with the low chuckle that leaves him, warm and inviting. “So far I have not been opposed to your goals.” He starts to say, as if in warning that he might actually find it entertaining. “However, I do not think I’m ready for grey hair just yet.” He bounces a brow as his hands widen against Danta’s hips, still possessive and clingy but with an air of taunting within the gesture.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
