/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
He’s half ready to announce that Dantalion hadn’t stuttered, but the fact of it was impossible for him to fathom. What he doesn’t expect is the fucking boldness of the twig (like he should talk) to grab the rock and essentially yeet it at him. It does hit his chest and the taller man stumbles back, arms and legs flailing a little as he stumbles back into the rocky grave he’d been pulled out of, with a very unflattering ”oof!” and a gasp that has him shoving away the rock as quickly as he can, trying to regain some of his strength. “Fuck you, Dantalion.” He snaps, already scrambling.
He does manage to get one leg underneath him while the other shoves away the rock while the Maverick starts to stack more on top, taking a moment to gather himself and launch himself toward Dantalion’s middle, aiming to take him down amongst the rocky ledges along with him. Maybe they’ll both land in the lava pits below, scorched and scorned, but it seems the Climb has other plans – a very loud growling interrupting their fight in the form of two Fyrhunds, one that Astaroth notices precisely as he’s about to chomp down on Dantalion’s slender arm.
He does manage to get one leg underneath him while the other shoves away the rock while the Maverick starts to stack more on top, taking a moment to gather himself and launch himself toward Dantalion’s middle, aiming to take him down amongst the rocky ledges along with him. Maybe they’ll both land in the lava pits below, scorched and scorned, but it seems the Climb has other plans – a very loud growling interrupting their fight in the form of two Fyrhunds, one that Astaroth notices precisely as he’s about to chomp down on Dantalion’s slender arm.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
