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RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
[say]"I don't know who pays you or what you get, but you're all getting raises,"[/say] Danta informs the interns as they are shown towards the door and ushered outside, the Maverick slipping his arm through Asta's and nodding a stiff farewell to them. Tittering and waving in response, the interns see them off before shutting one of the many side doors to the Temple, leaving them in the dark and the snow.
Instantly shuddering and regretting every shiver that racks his body for the way it sends pain radiating out through his back, Danta huddles closer to the butcher and relies upon him for the most part to lead the way. [say]"Let's,"[/say] he agrees in a tight voice, appreciating the heavy cloak but knowing already that it isn't enough against his bare skin. [say]"Gods, that fire in there seemed so shitty, but I really didn't appreciate it enough,"[/say] he says with a small smile up towards the butcher.
[say]"You were amazing today, you know,"[/say] he adds in a low, soft voice. Not just dealing with him as a gore crow; tracking their target and being the one to steal the necklace as well? Colour Danta impressed.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
He has no stakes in whether or not the interns get more money or who’s paying who’s salary. What he does know is that he quickly slips out the side door with his lover against his good arm, and they make that slow going trek to the Dusklight as quick and least pain inducing as possible. It’s a double negative, of course, but Asta’s soft snort leaves him in a cloud as he lets flame drift up as a ribbon, pressing against Danta’s cheek and through his hair to try and keep him warm. “[say]It is a shitty fire, with or without it keeping us warm.[/say]” Astaroth corrects, his accent filtering more akin to Ferrox as he lets the curse escape him.
Guiding the way like he knew the path by the back of his hand, he squeezes Danta’s arm lightly as the trudge through the cold breezes. “[say]Careful, I may obtain a too large ego.[/say]” He hums, glancing toward his lover with a flicker of amusement — a mask, for all intents and purposes. “[say]You were a beautiful distraction, you know.[/say]” He tacks on, utilizing that mask to rephrase Danta’s compliment, pausing to step over a particularly slick looking snow drift where the snow had melted and froze back over, ensuring he’s on steady ground before he helps Danta navigate it.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
[say]"It won't be long before we're back in front of our own,"[/say] Danta says, as if that determination alone will be enough to keep his feet moving towards the Dusklight, though he does glance to the basket of medicines they carry with them as if it contains candy. [say]"I'm going to take so many drugs,"[/say] he whispers to Asta, as if it's a secret. (They both know it isn't).
Grimacing at a cutting breeze and hunkering closer to the butcher as he helps him across an icy bit of ground, Danta nods his thanks and flashes a crooked smile up at him. [say]"I hope I didn't distract you too much,"[/say] he says, though with how pale he's become and how he has to very much focus on each step, the flirtatious remark very much falls short.
Once they reach the steps down to The Last Whisper, he has to take a long, steadying inhale before nodding. [say]"Not much farther. Let's go."[/say]
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
Snorting softly as the mask slips back into place, it’s a janky kind of transition — one that’s as comforting as it is awkward. So much so that when Danta mentions he’s going to take so many drugs, the butcher flashes him a slightly amused sharp smirk. “[say]Save some for me, won’t you?[/say]” But there’s something in his tone that’s very evident in the shift. He’s compartmentalized so much that the accent is less Asta and growing more and more Ferrox by the minute.
Helping Danta around the snowdrift, they settle back into their slow going cold pace toward the Dusklight. “[say]Oh, you did. I wouldn’t have taken the hit to the shoulder had you not stood there looking so devilishly handsome.[/say]” Where Danta’s flirty remark falls, Asta’s fills the gap, clutching him a bit closer as he glares at one of his nemesis, covered in thin sheens of salt to ward away the ice that tries to form.
“[say]We can go slow. I’ve got you.[/say]” The murmured affection is evident as he shifts their positioning enough to pin Danta between his thin frame and the railing of the stairs, taking a step, going one by one with his lover until they reach the warm cover of the Last Whisper. “[say]Very good, Danta, just like that.[/say]” He purrs his praise. The mask is in place comfortably so by now.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
[say]"I'll make sure to divide them equally before I start on the good stuff,"[/say] he assures Asta with a strained smile, nibbling at the inside of his cheek as he considers the steps and how to navigate them. [say]"You still have plenty of sedatives back home too, from Isla. And I've got a stash of Dreamdust,"[/say] he adds, glancing up at the other man as if to tell him that he doesn't at all have to be in his right mind if he doesn't desire to be.
But then he has to concentrate so as not to slip on his ass and cripple himself anew, managing little more than a huff of laughter in response to the butcher; he doesn't feel at all devilishly handsome right now, leaning against his lover unashamedly as they go down. He hasn't noticed the subtle transition as Asta withdraws so far into himself so as to be something completely different, but the remarks purred into his ear are enough to have his cheeks heating and his mouth going dry.
[say]"They're only stairs,"[/say] he protests with a coy smile up at the butcher, raising an eyebrow at him. [say]"Are you alright?"[/say] Relieved when they reach the Last Whisper properly, he barely registers the bustle and lights that surround them even at this time of night, more interested in the man before him.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
“[say]Ah, yes, hard to do too many drugs if you’re in a coma.[/say]” He hums to the mention of his sedatives. The butcher renews his focus, though, getting his lover down the dreaded stairs, keeping himself tucked away and letting the far more capable, less proper, less even minded version of himself loose.
He doesn’t notice the heat to Danta’s cheeks, not as they make the final trek toward the Dusklight, relief visible in the tense lines of his face. “[say]ThEy’Re JuSt StAiRs.[/say]” comes the playful mockery. “[say]Fine, love.[/say]” He’s not. And that statement alone proves it. But he flashes that charming and roguish, too sharp smile, pushing the door open with his good arm, getting Danta inside to the warmth and toward the next set of stairs to their bedroom.
A gesture made as they pass by the bar along with eye contact and something mumbled has the bartender nodding and sending a gesture back to say he heard it, before the next set is before them. “[say]Alright, up you go.[/say]” He lets Danta start stepping up before he follows him closely.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
Ushered forward as he is, and already in far too much pain to keep a level head, Danta isn't able to understand what's happened to his beau in any sort of eloquent way; all he knows is that there's something quite wrong with Asta, all painted over under a layer of fine, love. Letting out a slow sigh and ducking into the Dusklight when it comes upon them, if nothing else, at least his fresh concern for the butcher has made the last of their trek blink by, and amid the heat and the familiar noise of home, Danta relaxes for a moment to get himself up the stairs.
Opening the door to their room, Danta lets out a groan of relief and tosses away the cloak, the fire bursting to life to send fresh warmth rolling out towards them. [say]"That wasn't so bad right?"[/say] He smiles, flexing fingers that have gone stiff with cold and are already tinged with grey stone. Already he's heading for the sofa before the fire, not wanting to be on his feet for a moment longer.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
The last of the stairs is the only thing preventing them from never having to leave the room again, and the excitement of such a prospect has the butcher a touch too eager. But he’s careful to not rush him, he only seems to relax the second they’re in their room. Letting Danta step in and shed his cloak, the butcher shuts the door behind them, leaving it unlocked for when the bartender shows later.
Letting the licks of flame disappear from Danta when he steps away, the roar of their beautiful fireplace soothes him as he sheds the cloak as well, setting it off to the side before he sets the basket down, careful to not jostle his shoulder too much. He doesn’t hide the winces and the slight furrow to his brow, however.
“[say]It’s too fuckin’ cold.[/say]” He admits with a sigh, plucking a few things from the basket and drifting toward the tea kettle, setting it onto the heat to get the water warm, before he finally finishes his rounds with appearing in front of Danta, sinking down before him onto the short coffee table that sits in front of the sofa. Bracing his good arm’s elbow on his leg, he holds up the pill bottles for him to peruse which he might want. “[say]Tea is on the fire. Do you need anything else?[/say]” Blunt and to the point, his dark gaze focuses up at his lover, something cold and hidden in the dark of his eyes.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
It's the subtle slip of the other man's accent that gives it away in the end, Danta frowning gently as he watches Asta potter around the room - cloak, basket, tea, and finally towards him. For his part, the Maverick is perched more or less on the edge of the sofa and sitting up straight, feeling the parts of him that want to shriek with radiating pain start to relax at last. Even more so as he's offered the two pill bottles, Danta considering both for a moment before opting for two of each, dosage be damned.
[say]"Hm? Yeah, actually,"[/say] he says, abandoning the medicine for now to let long fingers skate up along Asta's good shoulder to cup his cheek, gazing down at him with weary sorrow all too evident on his face. [say]"I need you to come back from wherever it is you've gone,"[/say] he murmurs. [say]"Please,"[/say] he adds. [say]"It's just the two of us up here. I'm not going to hurt you."[/say]
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
Nodding to get those two pills out per each bottle to help the Maverick out, it’s a challenge to not move his arm. But stubbornly, he manages it, leaning so effortlessly onto the touch of Danta’s warming hands against bronze, scarred skin, ignoring the way the bruise is black as it radiates against his neck and chest opposite of where Danta gives his affections.
He doesn’t expect the question, if he's being honest. The weary sorrow meets that masked, easy gaze, and the butcher blinks a touch as he tries to figure out how to answer. Ordinarily it would be an easy way to sluff it off. But this is the love of his life, if he can’t be honest with him, then what’s left?
“[say]Not yet.[/say]” He says, offering an apologetic smile up his lover's way. “[say]I know you won’t hurt me. I’m just.. I’m not ready yet. That’s all.[/say]” He knows he’s in no danger from the blonde.
His main concern is that he himself is the danger.
“[say]What kind of tea do you want?[/say]” He asks, trying to shift the subject as effortlessly as possible.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
Letting his thumb brush gently across the scruff of Asta's cheek, Danta expects a few different things in response to his bold call-out. How strange, though, that of all of them, he'd never considered the truth, and it's with blue eyes widening a fraction in surprise that he finds himself nodding. [say]"...Alright. As long as you know. I'll be here whenever you're ready."[/say]
Leaning in to gently touch his forehead against the butcher's Danta lingers there for a moment before straightening back up and accepting the pills, swallowing them dry. Only belatedly does he realise how difficult it must have been for Asta to do this one-handed, the Maverick gently relaxing back against the sofa despite the prickle of discomfort between his shoulders.
[say]"Chai, if you don't mind,"[/say] he says, watching the fire dance in the hearth with eyes that are already growing heavy with the familiar comfort of home.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
Relieved that there’s no argument or points to be made opposite of it, the butcher relaxes tenfold under the weight of his lover’s attention. “[say]It’s not like you’d get anywhere fast if you did decide to leave.[/say]” Another point to the fact Asta has tucked himself away, is the fact the jest doesn’t have him panicking in the slightest. There’s just that cold gleam in his eyes that remains as such even as they close and reopen with the familiar press of Danta’s forehead against his.
“[say]Chai sounds great.[/say]” He hums, withdrawing and letting Danta take the pills dry so he can go and prepare the tea. It doesn’t take long, but by the time he returns it’s with the kettle and tea and two cups — Danta’s and the butcher’s own, still just as terribly sweet. He doesn’t remain long, one handed motions make it difficult to bring everything over all at once. So as Danta relaxes, Asta sets everything out, slipping toward the door as it opens and some food is brought in on a tray. A few murmured words to the bartender are all that’s left between them before the bartenders bringing the tray in to set it on the low coffee table.
Once he’s stepped out, Asta has vanished, rummaging one handed through a drawer in their den. Returning out to sit beside his lover on the couch, he sets the golden, metal muzzle on the coffee table as a preemptive protection, along with the bottle of sedatives. “[say]I’m going to need help getting that on later.[/say]” He says, nodding to the muzzle. “[say]I won’t go to sleep without it.[/say]” There’s no room for argument.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
[say]"Hey,"[/say] Danta objects, though the smirk on his face gives away his amusement; what's more, Asta is fucking right. [say]"You'd catch me having made camp on the stairs. That's about as far as I think I'd care to get,"[/say] he adds, tracking him as he leaves as if trying to play spot the difference in the butcher's mannerisms. He knows him well enough by now, he thinks to see all that has changed beyond him only having the use of one arm, though as the chai - and the food - appears, he's too grateful to keep it up.
[say]"You're too good to me,"[/say] he purrs, grabbing his cup and bringing it straight to his lips to let the hot tea warm through his bones. [say]"Thank you."[/say] Shifting enough to let Asta sit beside him, it's after another long sip of tea that Danta moves on to picking at the food on the tray, suddenly ravenous. [say]"I'll make sure it's secure,"[/say] he assures him gently, nodding to the sedatives. [say]"Those are a good idea too. You almost got it off in your sleep last time,"[/say] he recalls.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
“[say]I would mercilessly judge your camp making abilities, just so you know.[/say]” He drawls as he departs to retrieve everything. And by the time he’s settled in, the differences seen would have only been minute differences. Ones in the way he moves, despite having no utilization in his left arm. He seems more flexible, less rigid, more care free in his posture than typical.
The posture is noticeable when he settles beside his lover, reaching out to take a sip of the chai and humming a quiet contented sound with it, setting it down to pluck a disk of sausage from the plate next. “[say]It’s because I love you quite dearly that I am good to you.[/say]” Because he isn’t to anyone else. And it’s another carefree admission that passes by his lips that’s replaced with the bite of sausage.
Humming a note around the bite he chews, Asta’s gaze has dropped to the muzzle and the sedatives, content for no argument. “[say]Yeah.. I’m worried what will happen, so we’ll take all the precautions we can.[/say]” His nose wrinkles but fades as he reaches for another slice of sausage, pairing it with a cube of cheese and a toasted cracker.