the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
It is a terrifying thought, to lose the Maverick, and it’s one that Astaroth has spent a grand total of three seconds on before existential crisis began to swarm in. So, instead, he simply tries to indulge in the fact that they’re here, they’re together, feelings admitted and indulged, content to live in this third chance of a life the butcher shouldn’t have been afforded.
But he has, and he uses it at this present moment to be a little shit.
Amusement is found in the lines of his face, the way he goes to fold his shirt in lieu of giving the Maverick what he wants. And it stays even as he’s managed to flatten out one sleeve before Danta’s sending it spiraling and using his full name, to which… Alright, fair enough. Feeling scolded (playfully so), the butcher tries but can’t hide the rumbling laugh that escapes him as his hands fall to the bed, with no horns or tail to lash or pierce the pillows as he stubbornly shuffles back into them more comfortably, pinning Danta with a brighter shark toothed grin, kohl lined eyes full of bright mischief. “What, Dantalion?” He fires back, dark brow lifting in a face of what of it?
But he has, and he uses it at this present moment to be a little shit.
Amusement is found in the lines of his face, the way he goes to fold his shirt in lieu of giving the Maverick what he wants. And it stays even as he’s managed to flatten out one sleeve before Danta’s sending it spiraling and using his full name, to which… Alright, fair enough. Feeling scolded (playfully so), the butcher tries but can’t hide the rumbling laugh that escapes him as his hands fall to the bed, with no horns or tail to lash or pierce the pillows as he stubbornly shuffles back into them more comfortably, pinning Danta with a brighter shark toothed grin, kohl lined eyes full of bright mischief. “What, Dantalion?” He fires back, dark brow lifting in a face of what of it?
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
