// with our one foot in the grave //
He tries to think about a time when both of them had been injured like this, and he comes up with nothing. It was either one or the other, not both, and it’s that sinking realization that there are things they will both have to do that they do not like. It’s a thought that bounces around his mind before he’s withdrawing the warmth of his gloved hand to snag Danta’s and help him up, shuffling closer as his lover falls back amongst the snow from the pain.
“Darling—love, wait—” Comes the quiet outburst as he sinks back and Astaroth remains standing, his limp arm doing jack shit in comparison to the way he’d otherwise pick him up and cradle him until they got back.
He exhales a cloud of warm breath as the realization comes and he shakes his head tightly, minutely, because any extra movement causes sharp shooting pain. “No, love, I think.. I think you need to be a crow.” And before Danta has a chance to argue, he’s utilizing his good hand to gesture for him to not object until he’s finished. “I will manage until we get wherever we are going.” And gods willing the woods doesn’t reroute their attempts.
With a deep breath and silent resolve, his jaw is set tight and his familiar smile is gone, steeling himself for what’s to come, hoping his quiet lessons in practicing touching and being near Danta in this shift will pay off. Otherwise, what was it all for?
“Darling—love, wait—” Comes the quiet outburst as he sinks back and Astaroth remains standing, his limp arm doing jack shit in comparison to the way he’d otherwise pick him up and cradle him until they got back.
He exhales a cloud of warm breath as the realization comes and he shakes his head tightly, minutely, because any extra movement causes sharp shooting pain. “No, love, I think.. I think you need to be a crow.” And before Danta has a chance to argue, he’s utilizing his good hand to gesture for him to not object until he’s finished. “I will manage until we get wherever we are going.” And gods willing the woods doesn’t reroute their attempts.
With a deep breath and silent resolve, his jaw is set tight and his familiar smile is gone, steeling himself for what’s to come, hoping his quiet lessons in practicing touching and being near Danta in this shift will pay off. Otherwise, what was it all for?
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
