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?
The memory sparks a snort to leave him, softening as he recalls being completely unaware, only to hear the flomp of Danta’s back meeting the wooden floor, peering over the edge of the mezzanine to see him sprawled with his blonde hair wild and limbs flattened. “I would love to see your attempts.” Comes the affectionate rumble as he settles onto the bed and hands the glass over.
A second later, warmth presses against his back, seeping intoDanta’s the sweater he wears. He sips from his own glass and sets it down on his nightstand before he leans into the touch, head hanging slightly, giving into the fussing (because he does quietly adore being fussed over), and at least his hair is shorter now to keep Danta from trapping him. “Is that so?” He hums, lifting his head up to peer at the window in the distance. “I imagine that was an interesting event to witness.” He admits with a soft sigh, relaxing as he pulls his mind away from feathers and corvids for grown adults playing children’s games.
A second later, warmth presses against his back, seeping into
Astaroth
come a little closer
