// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
The vast majority of him expects Danta to pull out whatever to wear — and he realizes he should have made a little bet about it because that’s precisely what the blonde does. It’s a good look, though, and he eyes the leather pants as he slips into the shirt and buttons it up nice and high above the tendrils of scar tissue on his chest before tucking it into his pants and slips the vest on. The rest of his outfit goes accordingly — silver details, silver chains, wingtip shoes with lighter grey lines to break up the black.
And when they’re done, he flashes the Maverick an easy smirk and a nod, silver additions to his hair bouncing with the movement before he leans in to snatch a chaste kiss. He swans out the door first with a soft thank you, before he’s pausing so Danta can catch up, happy to be his shadow as they go on their little investigation.
— FIN
And when they’re done, he flashes the Maverick an easy smirk and a nod, silver additions to his hair bouncing with the movement before he leans in to snatch a chaste kiss. He swans out the door first with a soft thank you, before he’s pausing so Danta can catch up, happy to be his shadow as they go on their little investigation.
— FIN
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
