// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He doesn’t feel it necessary to verbalize the that’s what I thought to Danta’s comment, so instead he simply lets it lie and continues to give the Maverick gentle attention. He does adjust his head slightly to peer at him curiously with the mention of wine, snorting and nodding. “Of course you would be.” Sanity was overrated, wasn’t it these days?
He takes the kiss to his cheek and whines a touch when the blonde departs the bed, shifting so that he can slip back onto the bed so his scarred shoulders press against the headboard as Danta retrieves the wine. “That is a lovely robe.” He thinks he’s seen it before, but something about the way the dim morning light filters onto the suns and pops the hues of blues in the waves is particularly entrancing today of all days.
It’s enough that mischief glitters in his gaze at the answer, head cocking enough to ruffle his dark hair to fall into his face that he immediately starts to fix, finger combing his hair back and into place. “Mm, whatever shall you do with me?” He says as his fingertips still remain in his hair, casual and relaxed, even if still a little possessive over the prior riling up.
He takes the kiss to his cheek and whines a touch when the blonde departs the bed, shifting so that he can slip back onto the bed so his scarred shoulders press against the headboard as Danta retrieves the wine. “That is a lovely robe.” He thinks he’s seen it before, but something about the way the dim morning light filters onto the suns and pops the hues of blues in the waves is particularly entrancing today of all days.
It’s enough that mischief glitters in his gaze at the answer, head cocking enough to ruffle his dark hair to fall into his face that he immediately starts to fix, finger combing his hair back and into place. “Mm, whatever shall you do with me?” He says as his fingertips still remain in his hair, casual and relaxed, even if still a little possessive over the prior riling up.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
