// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
It continues to tingle as it spreads, still so slowly it’s hard to notice. It’s like staring at a pot of water waiting for it to boil, only in this case there’s relief to find that the bubbles haven’t formed against the base of the pot. He does hear the petulant sound that leaves the Maverick, though, his arm tightening a touch even as he catches the snippets of fire that bite at his heels, subconsciously lifting his steps to make sure they don’t connect. “I look forward to it.” He murmurs, and the smile he shoots Danta’s way proves that he does look forward to it.
The trip back isn’t nearly as bad as it had been getting here, far less of scouting and tracking in favor for finding the way the jungle gives way to tropical shores, and once they latch onto what appears to be like a main thoroughfare, the butcher hums a soft note of agreement. “I do realize that Leafchange is just around the corner, but I would not mind having you all to myself when we get back.” He drawls softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the other Ancient’s temple. “I do not imagine we shall get that lucky, but a man can dream.” He lets the dramatic drawl fill his tone, a wistful sigh leaving him as the lush jungle grasses underfoot give way to a stone street to guide them to Torchline proper, thankfully having not made it too far into the jungle before finding their prey.
The trip back isn’t nearly as bad as it had been getting here, far less of scouting and tracking in favor for finding the way the jungle gives way to tropical shores, and once they latch onto what appears to be like a main thoroughfare, the butcher hums a soft note of agreement. “I do realize that Leafchange is just around the corner, but I would not mind having you all to myself when we get back.” He drawls softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the other Ancient’s temple. “I do not imagine we shall get that lucky, but a man can dream.” He lets the dramatic drawl fill his tone, a wistful sigh leaving him as the lush jungle grasses underfoot give way to a stone street to guide them to Torchline proper, thankfully having not made it too far into the jungle before finding their prey.
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
