// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
It’s a fair point, and one he hadn’t thought about past the fact that he would have to ask nicely about anything. So he lets it lie with the use of his real name, which sparks all kinds of dramatics regardless of how tender and gentle the Maverick tries to be with the attention flit over his face. It does attract his attention back, though, honey dark eyes focusing on the eager blues of the Maverick’s.
He looks like he’s contemplating, but in reality he’s simply taking the Maverick in. The somewhat wild golden hair, tousled and only haphazardly put back into place, the beautiful robe that sits loosely around his shoulders, the saccharinely fanged smile that greets him, flanked by the warm darkness of their little den and the flickering candlelight that makes the shadows on Danta’s face softer than the morning light would be.
And he caves, because he thinks he might burst if he were to deflate any of the eager excitement brimming in his lover’s face. “I did say I was at your whim, love.” He murmurs softly, pressing forward to steal a too soft and too short kiss before he withdraws only a fraction. “Feel free to do whatever it is you see fit.” He whispers against the Maverick’s lips.
He looks like he’s contemplating, but in reality he’s simply taking the Maverick in. The somewhat wild golden hair, tousled and only haphazardly put back into place, the beautiful robe that sits loosely around his shoulders, the saccharinely fanged smile that greets him, flanked by the warm darkness of their little den and the flickering candlelight that makes the shadows on Danta’s face softer than the morning light would be.
And he caves, because he thinks he might burst if he were to deflate any of the eager excitement brimming in his lover’s face. “I did say I was at your whim, love.” He murmurs softly, pressing forward to steal a too soft and too short kiss before he withdraws only a fraction. “Feel free to do whatever it is you see fit.” He whispers against the Maverick’s lips.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
