— frozen grounds and leafless trees
Still particularly grumpy about the turn of events when it comes to them both not knowing – he does blink himself awake enough to glare at the window to see the darkness stretching out, the frost against the windows alongside the condensation from the ehat of the fire that’s slowly started to wink out. “I will try but I cannot make any promises.” Comes the quiet admission, the way he nuzzles in as Danta squeezes him and nips at his collarbones playfully.
It wipes away some of the grumpiness from awakening to let Danta part from him with a soft huff of a laugh before he’s pulling himself up back into a seating position, long legs crossing beneath him as the blankets pool around his waist. He leans forward, sparking more fire to bloom once Danta’s powerful boon has sparked enough light for them to see. He sluggishly readies the kettle and the tea again, adding honey to his and none for Danta’s cup before he seems to just slump where he’s sitting to watch the kettle come up to temp.
At least until the door clicks and it registers to him that Danta hasn’t completely left. He looks over his shoulder as he tugs the blanket slowly back up over his bare shoulders. “That is certainly a start.” He says with a soft laugh, brightening up to see the tray of food. Which he begins to adjust the blankets to make for a comfortable space for a makeshift picnic in front of the fireplace. "What did they bring us?"
It wipes away some of the grumpiness from awakening to let Danta part from him with a soft huff of a laugh before he’s pulling himself up back into a seating position, long legs crossing beneath him as the blankets pool around his waist. He leans forward, sparking more fire to bloom once Danta’s powerful boon has sparked enough light for them to see. He sluggishly readies the kettle and the tea again, adding honey to his and none for Danta’s cup before he seems to just slump where he’s sitting to watch the kettle come up to temp.
At least until the door clicks and it registers to him that Danta hasn’t completely left. He looks over his shoulder as he tugs the blanket slowly back up over his bare shoulders. “That is certainly a start.” He says with a soft laugh, brightening up to see the tray of food. Which he begins to adjust the blankets to make for a comfortable space for a makeshift picnic in front of the fireplace. "What did they bring us?"
Astaroth
the woods will haunt you like a frigid breeze —
