// we haven't won, and if we win, //
He’s content to stay in the comfortable silence, using it as a boon while he continues to chastise himself internally. Enough that there’s a hint of surprise that lingers in his face as he feels Danta’s hands lift to remove the muscle, remaining still enough for the warm metal to be removed from his face.
He does try to respond, but he's met with the claiming press of Danta’s lips. It’s far more relieving than he wants to admit, and he presses back into it to say all of the things he can’t verbalize right now. A low thrum repetition of I love you, I’m sorry, I’m glad you’re here.
He wraps his arms around him tighter, crossing them over along Danta’s shoulder blades and keeps him close, nosing his way in for a slightly deeper kiss as if to prove his previous point.
He does try to respond, but he's met with the claiming press of Danta’s lips. It’s far more relieving than he wants to admit, and he presses back into it to say all of the things he can’t verbalize right now. A low thrum repetition of I love you, I’m sorry, I’m glad you’re here.
He wraps his arms around him tighter, crossing them over along Danta’s shoulder blades and keeps him close, nosing his way in for a slightly deeper kiss as if to prove his previous point.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
