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RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-09-2024
There’s warmth that sparks with the lips pressed to his throat, and he’s sure that he can both feel the vibration of the butcher’s accented voice as well as hear it as he whispers all of the sweet things he can to alleviate his anxieties. He can hear the hiccupped breath that stutters from the Maverick’s lips and feel the tightening of his fingers, and for all of the butcher’s need of control, he’s malleable as Danta surges forward to snatch the kiss.
And he does parse Danta’s body language in the kiss, able to figure out everything the Theocrat is trying to say, shifting so that Danta can drape over him and press against him and it has his arms winding tightly around his back and his hands flatten against his shoulders, over scars that some had been left by him. He massages his shoulder blades with the tips of his fingertips, blinking up at him with a satisfied, lovesick dog-like look once Danta’s brushed his nose against his cheek.
One hand slips up to tangle and thread into the Maverick’s long strands of blonde hair, keeping him close as if he’s unsure whether Danta would wish to pull away. “[say]Let's get some sleep, mm? I don’t know about you but I can already tell it will be a late morning for me.[/say]” He hums with a soft breathy laugh.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-09-2024
The last place Danta wants to be is away from the butcher, and he settles comfortably against him as he parts enough from his lips to catch his breath. Fumbling for the blankets, he drags them across their bodies as much as he cares; it's Longheat, and even though they can never be warm enough as Ancients, they're hardly going to get cold tonight.
[say]"If I wake up before it's anything close to late morning, it'll be a miracle,"[/say] he agrees, leaning into the touch against his scalp before shifting to tuck his head into the crook of Asta's neck. [say]"I can already taste the hangover,"[/say] he admits, the words slurring a bit as sleep drags him into its inevitable dark.
It takes mere seconds for Danta to pass out once he's sure the world isn't going to spin off its axis and take the contents of his stomach with it, though by the time morning comes, perhaps he'll wish he had decided to throw up every additional cocktail after the third. They're lucky, in the den they've created, that the light can't reach them from the still open curtains, though even with the windows shut, the ambient noise from The Last Whisper is unavoidable after a while.
Groaning softly and not daring to move from where he'd curled himself up against Asta's side in the night, it's with clumsy fingers that Danta tries to pull the blanket over his head.
RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-09-2024
He can also already taste the hangover, and gods is he already regretting how many cocktails he’d drank. But, as Danta settles and promptly passes out, so too does the butcher in a blissful dreamless sleep, one of nothingness to spark any nightmares or any attempts at ripping the blonde’s throat out.
And when the sound of the Last Whisper start to wake him, it’s with a throbbing headache that has his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw just as tight. One that when Danta groans and starts to draw the blanket up, he tucks in tighter, shifting toward Danta, trying to shield his face in any way he can. “[say]Shhh,[/say]” he whispers in a tone that seems almost pleading.
The blanket’s drawn over them and his horns don’t catch with how they’re positioned right now, thankfully, and shielded in darkness and warmth the butcher tries his best to sleep off the pounding hangover.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-09-2024
Moaning something like an apology and letting out a shuddering sigh, Danta similarly curls in closer towards the butcher as his head pounds a rhythm in time with his pulse. With an effort that makes him feel briefly as if he's going to throw up, the Maverick draws up his glamour for no other reason than it makes it easier to burrow himself against Asta and beneath the blankets.
They smell like cherries, too much booze and smoke from the fireplace, and he can't decide if it's a combination that makes him feel better or worse. [say]"I think I'm going to die here,"[/say] he whispers ever so softly against Asta's chest, and it would be dramatic if he didn't feel like it was so gods damned true. [say]"Did we bring any water up last night? Gods, we didn't, did we?"[/say]
RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-09-2024
The butcher’s stomach sways and moves immensely with each passing breath and as Danta puts up his glamour and curls in, Asta winds his arms around him if only to make sure he can steady himself from the dizzying hangover. His eyes squeeze shut even tighter if at all possible, arms a touch shaky from how much liquor he’d had the day before, and when he hears Danta’s complaint it’s with a very accented whisper that he says “[say]I think I might already be dead.[/say]”
It’s a quiet complaint, unsure if he were to add more to his voice if it might make his head throb harder. But it’s with a huff of a groan at the realization of no water, one that has another shiver raking through him, tail sweeping unhappily under the blankets. “[say]No. We didn’t. And I locked the door.[/say]” Maybe they were blessed enough that the staff had left water outside their door rather than making them face the idea of crawling down the stairs to retrieve some.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-09-2024
[say]"Asta, no..."[/say] It's the sort of whine that belongs to a small child, but honestly, hearing the reminder that the butcher had locked the door is basically the last nail in Danta's coffin, and it's with a soft and defeated sound that he simply allows the world to tick on around him. The people outside, the bustle downstairs, the dying fire crackling in the hearth - none of it can matter to the Maverick, because he is a ghost.
Unfortunately, this ghost in particular is waking up more by the second even if he doesn't really want to, his fingers stroking feather-soft down the butcher's back. [say]"If I get up,"[/say] he whispers, [say]"and you never see me again, tell everyone that I died really bravely, yeah?"[/say] You know, rather than keeling over while trying to crawl towards his bedroom door for water.
RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-09-2024
“[say]Danta, yes,[/say]” he whispers, trying to be as playfully amusing and whiny but falling very obviously short. He tries his best to go back to sleep, but much like Danta he can’t, and he finds himself growing squirmy, as if he can’t quite sit still or lay still.
The pattern of Danta’s fingertips down his spine steady him enough that he can regulate his breathing, though, and with the question he slowly starts to blink his eyes open, still squinting. “[say]I’ll tell them you saved me from a… banshee or something and it was very poetic.[/say]” He drawls, burying his face into the pillow shortly after so he can try to unwrap himself from Danta so he can go on the grand adventure, fully intending on remaining slumped in the bed.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-09-2024
[say]"Thank you. Your assistance in securing my legacy is appreciated,"[/say] Danta mumbles, as gods if it isn't an entire ordeal just to slink out of bed, the Maverick groaning and propping himself up for a few moments against the side of it after he hits the floor. [say]"Fuck, I haven't been hungover like this in a minute."[/say] Feeling shaky, empty and sick with it, he takes another few breaths before feeling steady enough to totter to his feet, padding across the room with one hand shading his eyes from the light.
[say]"I didn't even close the curtains,"[/say] he says sadly, reaching out to unlock the door and letting out a sigh of blessed relief at what he finds out there. [say]"We have the best bartenders,"[/say] he says, carefully picking up the tray and shuffling back in with it. Along with a large jug of water is a pot of coffee, some toast, fruit and crackers. Not that Danta feels like any of it right now, but fuck, it's nice not to have to think about leaving the room.
Ending up setting the tray on an upturned box reasonably close to the bed, Danta pours himself a glass of water and sinks down to sit on the edge of it to think about what he's done.
RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-09-2024
“[say]You’re very welcome, darling.[/say]” He mutters as earnestly as he can, given the circumstances, and already he hates the suddenly cold space that Dabta has created as he moves to slip out of the bed. Hissing slightly under his breath and shivering, he wraps the blanket around him tightly, poking his head out to squint into the light from the darkness of their den to try and find Danta on his pursuit to the door.
It’s about that time Danta’s sleep tousled blonde head pops up from where he’d slunk onto the floor. “[say]Me neither.[/say]” He confirms quietly, watching silently from his cozy den and truly appearing wolfish for how his dark gaze tracks the Maverick — appearing wary when in reality it’s because the light fucking hurts.
Spotting the water and the comment, the snacks and coffee included, perks the butcher up slightly, quietly humming his agreement. And while he could playfully be outraged at not receiving an offer of water, well, he’s sure he deserves it, leaving Danta to fend for himself. So he slinks up with the blanket around him still, slipping toward the end of the bed to lean heavily against Danta’s side, slumped and looking wholly pale. “[say]What are you thinking about?[/say]” He asks after a few seconds of getting over the roaring nausea.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-09-2024
[say]"Frogs,"[/say] Danta mumbles in response to what he's thinking about. [say]"I bet frogs don't get hangovers."[/say] Really, Asta, what did you expect from him in this sort of state? (Odds are high, after all, that he's still at least a little tipsy). Either way, as the butcher shambles to the edge of the bed enough to lean against him, the Maverick's arm stretches around his shoulders as if to hold them both upright.
Taking another sip of water, only then does he offer it out for Asta; it's less that he hadn't considered the other man and more that he didn't trust himself not to drop the fucking jug trying to pour a second glass. [say]"I should have closed the curtains on the way back,"[/say] he moans, squinting across the (actually pretty dimly lit) room as if it is the cause of all their problems.
He's not about to get up again, though, so instead Danta reaches out to take a cracker, nibbling on it suspiciously.
RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-09-2024
The answer is not at all what he was expecting, and with the surprise of the answer he half winces and huffs a sound strangely close to a laugh. “[say]What the fuck.[/say]” It’s a deeper drawl, one not masked by his usual pleasantries, and luckily it’s distracted him from the nausea threatening to overtake his stomach like he’s been abandoned on a ship in the middle of the raging sea. “[say]They probably don’t. But they also probably don’t try to compete by drinking liquor.[/say]” He points out even as he nestles into Danta’s side, kept upright even as his joints seem to ache and his body still trembles.
The offer of water has his hands appearing from beneath the blanket, cradling it carefully to take a few slow sips, letting it settle before he takes some more. Already the acidity in his stomach feels a touch better, and he squints over toward the window as he hands the glass back to the Maverick.
“[say]I will get it since you were so brave.[/say]” And as such, the butcher makes well on his promise, leaving the blanket behind to slowly slink over toward the window, fingertips reaching for the drawstring on the curtain that takes him at least three times to grab. Once he does and the curtains close, Asta breathes a sigh of relief, leaning against the nearest box to look over at the Maverick. “[say]I feel horrible.[/say]” He complains, willing up the courage to return to the blonde’s side.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-10-2024
[say]"You don't know that. How many frogs have you met?"[/say] Danta asks, accepting the glass back once Asta is done with it, holding onto it like a lifeline and taking another small sip to go with his cracker. He doesn't dignify what the fuck with an answer, because he likes to think he'd been quite clear, even if his thoughts make very little sense even to himself right now. [say]"Mmmm, you are good to me,"[/say] he mumbles, grabbing up the blanket the butcher leaves behind to wrap it around himself.
Blinking a few more times as Asta manages (on the third try) to close the curtains, plunging them into a comforting sort of dim light, he lets out a long sigh and scoots back across to sit against the headboard, cracker and water in hand. [say]"Me too. I think this is helping?"[/say] he mumbles, raising both as if to explain whilst trying to use his legs to kick the blanket over him a bit more. [say]"Come back. You can do it."[/say] Look, it's as much cheerleading as you're getting right now, Asta.
RE: a tear in space - Astaroth - 10-10-2024
The question gives him pause as he starts to slip out of the bed and makes his way over toward the window, nose wrinkling blissfully away from where Danta could see it. “[say]Not many, admittedly.[/say]” He mutters before he’s having the fight of his life with the curtains. It’s the third try before they’re plunged into dim light and he has to brace himself against the windowsill, blinking through the dark much easier than before to find Danta settled back against the headboard.
“[say]Is it?[/say]” He asks, a hopeful tone infiltrating the deeper accent. At the beckoning, though, the butcher still pauses, glancing around until he spots his cane leaning against one of the boxes. Mumbling a few words of gratitude, the butcher pushes off the wall and takes a few steadying breaths to make the journey. He snags the cane and leans heavily against it, letting it click across the wood floor until he gets to the bed, setting it to rest against a nearby box.
And it’s about that time that he sits on the edge of the bed, pouring his own glass of water with jittery, shaking hands, before he snags two crackers to try and pushes back to rest against the headrest beside Danta. “[say]Do I get a reward?[/say]” He asks, lifting the cracker to his lips to take a bite, a touch wary of it.
RE: a tear in space - Dantalion - 10-10-2024
[say]"Well there you go then,"[/say] Danta says with the air of a man who is rapidly forgetting what they are arguing about, but is content to believe he's won regardless. Watching as Asta considers his options as if his life depends on it (and it very well might), the Maverick can't stop the smile from spreading across his lips to see him grab up the cane. [say]"That is becoming less weapon and more necessity by the day,"[/say] he warns him, shifting as much as possible - which isn't much - to give him room to sit on the bed.
Having taken another bite of his cracker by the time Asta is done picking his own snacks, Danta sets down his water and stretches an arm back around the butcher, helping to pull the blankets back over him too. [say]"Your reward is being back in bed, isn't it?"[/say] he mumbles, smiling into his dark hair as he tilts his head to rest it against the other man's. [say]"And now we don't move for a bit, right?"[/say] Gods, that better be right.