// we haven't won, and if we win, //
The kiss to his brow is a boon, even if it doesn’t quell the surging seas of his gut. He notes the scrunch of Danta’s face but is relieved to hear his voice when it comes, explaining the nightmare. And the portion of it that made it a true nightmare. So he nods, slowly, tilting his head to let Danta’s face press into his dark hornless hair. “I think.. out of everyone, you are the only one that can get through to me.”
Maybe it’s relieving, maybe it isn’t. But he knows for a fact that he would have torn everyone else apart, that they wouldn’t get through to him. The others in the past had no chance of it. Danta’s the only one.
His hands smooth up his back again, interjecting more of that flame up his spine and he presses his muzzled face in against the Maverick’s shoulder, taking a slow and deep inhale of citrus, sage, and almond. “You can always get through to me, darling.” He confirms, because he can’t fathom thinking about a time where it may not be true.
Maybe it’s relieving, maybe it isn’t. But he knows for a fact that he would have torn everyone else apart, that they wouldn’t get through to him. The others in the past had no chance of it. Danta’s the only one.
His hands smooth up his back again, interjecting more of that flame up his spine and he presses his muzzled face in against the Maverick’s shoulder, taking a slow and deep inhale of citrus, sage, and almond. “You can always get through to me, darling.” He confirms, because he can’t fathom thinking about a time where it may not be true.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
