// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He could likely say more sweet things, but as it stands it’s a gift good enough for the man who has told his fortune and brought part of it to life (the wine simmering in his bloodstream, of course). So it’s a smile that’s pressed into the kiss before he closes his eyes to feel the kiss pressed to his forehead, reluctantly releasing the Maverick to go about whatever ideas have struck him for the moment.
It’s with a lap far too cold and eyes that squint because of the slight increase in light, that Astaroth finds the Maverick’s returned, slotting right back into place and multitudes of things the butcher admittedly had not been expecting. “I hope you realize you will likely have to be the one to do this if you wish to see me as such more often.” He teases back, before he settles, head lifted for whatever Danta deems necessary to his face or head, while his hands remain in easy reach. And he waits, like the perfect client for a makeover he’s sure is about to come.
It’s with a lap far too cold and eyes that squint because of the slight increase in light, that Astaroth finds the Maverick’s returned, slotting right back into place and multitudes of things the butcher admittedly had not been expecting. “I hope you realize you will likely have to be the one to do this if you wish to see me as such more often.” He teases back, before he settles, head lifted for whatever Danta deems necessary to his face or head, while his hands remain in easy reach. And he waits, like the perfect client for a makeover he’s sure is about to come.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
