// we haven't won, and if we win, //
He isn’t looking at Danta when he responds, even if the warmth is there in his voice, a return to the previous man he knew. Instead, the butcher silently beats himself up, cursing himself silently for the fact Danta buries it, hides it away to return to the carefree man he knew. He hates that he has to do that, and if it takes the rest of the butcher’s life to improve himself to make sure Danta doesn’t feel threatened in the night, he will.
His dark gaze flits to Danta when he feels the warm brush against his knuckles, opening up automatically for Danta to invade his space. Because as much as he beats himself up, there’s always room for the Maverick. His arms wind around him easily, his dark gaze focusing up on the beautiful blues of his lovers briefly before their foreheads touch and he closes his eyes with a quiet slow exhale. “I’m glad you’re not afraid.” He murmurs softly, spreading his hands out along Danta’s lower back, forcing some fire to coax into his bones. “You can talk about it, if you’d like?” Perhaps giving him pointers on how not to act might help dissuade Danta’s mind from the nightmares that plagued him.
His dark gaze flits to Danta when he feels the warm brush against his knuckles, opening up automatically for Danta to invade his space. Because as much as he beats himself up, there’s always room for the Maverick. His arms wind around him easily, his dark gaze focusing up on the beautiful blues of his lovers briefly before their foreheads touch and he closes his eyes with a quiet slow exhale. “I’m glad you’re not afraid.” He murmurs softly, spreading his hands out along Danta’s lower back, forcing some fire to coax into his bones. “You can talk about it, if you’d like?” Perhaps giving him pointers on how not to act might help dissuade Danta’s mind from the nightmares that plagued him.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
