// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Mm, that is true, I have seen you get ready in the mornings.” And there are days that Danta rivals even the butcher when it comes to getting all put together — though Astaroth’s typically were spent ensuring each piece of clothing fit precisely how he wished it to be, lint free, wrinkle free, and ever the air of menacing. It took time.
Relinquishing control of his hands so Danta can file them and paint them (and pinch his cheeks), he watches with quiet awe and amusement as the midnight shade appears, dark and stark against the bronze hue of his fingers and the slightly paler and faint scars that accompany them. He’s lost in the lull of the crackling fireplace, the halo of gold and pale blue that line the edges of the Maverick as he works, the sound of the bustling Last Whisper just outside their window. Faint good mornings! from shop keeps and deliveries! can be heard, and he’s trying to eavesdrop more when Danta’s voice brings him back and he blinks back his focus on Danta’s face.
“I think if you had told me a year ago this is where I would be, I would say you were certifiably insane, fortune or no fortune.” His too sharp smile slants more playful, head tilting slightly for emphasis. “And that those cards are absolutely, most certainly, cursed.” As far as he can tell, though, the aren’t. And Astaroth lets the thought mull around his mind (because who would have ever thought he’d be here and in looove???) “Are you happy, love?” He asks suddenly, scanning his face for the answer before anything verbally leaves the Maverick.
Relinquishing control of his hands so Danta can file them and paint them (and pinch his cheeks), he watches with quiet awe and amusement as the midnight shade appears, dark and stark against the bronze hue of his fingers and the slightly paler and faint scars that accompany them. He’s lost in the lull of the crackling fireplace, the halo of gold and pale blue that line the edges of the Maverick as he works, the sound of the bustling Last Whisper just outside their window. Faint good mornings! from shop keeps and deliveries! can be heard, and he’s trying to eavesdrop more when Danta’s voice brings him back and he blinks back his focus on Danta’s face.
“I think if you had told me a year ago this is where I would be, I would say you were certifiably insane, fortune or no fortune.” His too sharp smile slants more playful, head tilting slightly for emphasis. “And that those cards are absolutely, most certainly, cursed.” As far as he can tell, though, the aren’t. And Astaroth lets the thought mull around his mind (because who would have ever thought he’d be here and in looove???) “Are you happy, love?” He asks suddenly, scanning his face for the answer before anything verbally leaves the Maverick.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
