am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
“Mm, I am not surprised.” He admits to the mention of Moira being a bigger fan of peanuts than Danta, thumb stroking along the smooth feathers in his hand, as if he could use that to be a good memory of the feathers, rather than the memories of those wings brushing against his burnt, torn skin. All horrible thoughts aside, the butcher thinks he’s handled it quite well all things considered, but he leans a little extra into the Maverick’s touch. “Something of the sort, I imagine.” He has an idea, though he doesn’t want to give it away, eyes shutting as their foreheads press and he takes a slow deep breath to feel the warmth of Danta’s fingers chase away the cold memories crawling up his spine.
A soft little huff leaves him, the smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “Lovely.” He hums, pulling back from the embrace when Danta pulls back to glance over his shoulder, the butcher nods. “We shall.” He pulls away a touch reluctantly, still with those feathers in his hand even as he steps over toward the door to collect their tray of food and wine, already trying to loosen the tension in his shoulders as he pushes all of his memories away from the forefront of his mind. He’d done well. He should be proud.
And he is, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel a little off, like he’s floating.
A soft little huff leaves him, the smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “Lovely.” He hums, pulling back from the embrace when Danta pulls back to glance over his shoulder, the butcher nods. “We shall.” He pulls away a touch reluctantly, still with those feathers in his hand even as he steps over toward the door to collect their tray of food and wine, already trying to loosen the tension in his shoulders as he pushes all of his memories away from the forefront of his mind. He’d done well. He should be proud.
And he is, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel a little off, like he’s floating.
Astaroth
come a little closer
