// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
“Certainly the cabin.” He drawls playfully, even if it was a mix of both. The waves were different here - the Brizo more inclined to harbor the black waters of a more forest-like region, versus Torchline with their crystal clear, sea glass waters. But even still, he could pretend for as long as they needed to - content to sit here like they were taking an extended vacation back in Torchline, like they hadn’t just spent hours on a sky ship and the only thing preventing them from going home was a wagon-ride.
But he asks his more curious question, and he drags lightly from the cigarette as he listens, exhaling the smoke from his nose when Danta shrugs and looks over his shoulder to him. The question sparks a chuckle and an immediate shake of his head. “No.” He confirms quickly - because moving had never been an option for him, unless Danta were to go somewhere of his own volition.
The words that follow are ones he says without realizing the complexity of it, though, because he reaches over to flick the ash in the crafty compartment ash tray Danta had found rather than the floor when his lips brush against Danta’s cheek with the movement and answer. “My home is you, darling. Perhaps I was simply curious if you had other thoughts once upon a time.” It’s so casual, that when he withdraws and goes to lift the cigarette back to his lips, he hesitates to see if Danta’s answer changes.
But he asks his more curious question, and he drags lightly from the cigarette as he listens, exhaling the smoke from his nose when Danta shrugs and looks over his shoulder to him. The question sparks a chuckle and an immediate shake of his head. “No.” He confirms quickly - because moving had never been an option for him, unless Danta were to go somewhere of his own volition.
The words that follow are ones he says without realizing the complexity of it, though, because he reaches over to flick the ash in the crafty compartment ash tray Danta had found rather than the floor when his lips brush against Danta’s cheek with the movement and answer. “My home is you, darling. Perhaps I was simply curious if you had other thoughts once upon a time.” It’s so casual, that when he withdraws and goes to lift the cigarette back to his lips, he hesitates to see if Danta’s answer changes.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
