// i've got a lot to show for the time you're gonna lose //
Her arms loop around him in an easy embrace, loose and close and comfortable like they aren’t planning on going anywhere soon — which, he isn’t. And unless she does, he’s content to keep his arms wound around the invisible queen in his arms. He goes so far, in fact, that when she speaks next, his hand lifts to thread his fingertips through the invisible ends of her curls in gentle strokes. “Yes and no.” He hums, trying to recall how much of his and Danta’s tangled past he’d shared with her before.
“It is called Haunt. It allows me to become my most primal self.” Letting that hang in the air, he angles his face down toward her with a crooked smile, soft and gentle. “And as one of the tormentors of the Climb all those years ago, it was a trick I used regularly. One that Danta was unfortunately subjected to multiple times.” So while it didn’t craft nightmares catered to whomever he was around, it had a unique effect on the Maverick in the fact it was the reason for some of them in the first place.
As for the haunt in question, he loosens his hold on it, horns extending out with a few more prongs, appearing heavy and large and daunting as his shadows flicker around him in a warbling dance of excitement, as if eager to be unleashed. “Would you like to see it?” He asks, raising his brow toward her, trying to imagine the look that would cross her face with the offer.
“It is called Haunt. It allows me to become my most primal self.” Letting that hang in the air, he angles his face down toward her with a crooked smile, soft and gentle. “And as one of the tormentors of the Climb all those years ago, it was a trick I used regularly. One that Danta was unfortunately subjected to multiple times.” So while it didn’t craft nightmares catered to whomever he was around, it had a unique effect on the Maverick in the fact it was the reason for some of them in the first place.
As for the haunt in question, he loosens his hold on it, horns extending out with a few more prongs, appearing heavy and large and daunting as his shadows flicker around him in a warbling dance of excitement, as if eager to be unleashed. “Would you like to see it?” He asks, raising his brow toward her, trying to imagine the look that would cross her face with the offer.
Astaroth
// by the time i go, i'll tear you up in two //
