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fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-20-2025
The Levinsward. That's what Danta had insisted to the medics the moment he'd been able to shift himself back into something without feathers (he'd been laying face-down on a gurney, granted, while they literally cut his coat and shirt off him). They'd been out in the Levinsward and had gotten thoroughly unlucky. And given the fact that he's the fucking Theocrat - and adding in Asta's very good relationship with certain surgeons within the Infirmary - they're very inclined to believe him.
(Or they just care more about fixing them up than the context, but either way).
He remembers little of the journey through the Greatwood; how long it had taken, whether Asta had spoken, if the other man was okay or broken beyond fucking repair. He barely remembers the past hour, knowing only that one of the medics with healing magic had hovered over him for as long as possible before confessing that she needed to conserve strength for other patients.
Danta hadn't complained; he's still sprawled on his belly on one of the beds, arms tucked beneath the pillow, a stark dressing taped over the space between his shoulder blades. All he cares about now, though, is getting some good painkillers and going the fuck home.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-20-2025
It’s a lie the butcher can grit out too, now that they were in a position to relax ever so slightly. By relax, it means the butcher isn’t losing his mind, even if he seems muted and quiet. But the Levinsward had been just as active as usual, the snow hiding the boulder it struck, sending a portion of it flying into his shoulder and neck.
As Danta is worked on, the butcher is worked on in turn. Finding out that not only is it his shoulder that’s shattered, but his collarbone is as well. And with a lot of pain and jerky, janky movements as they get it set to the best of their abilities and heal him as much as they can, it doesn’t hide the deep dark bruises that radiate from his chest and shoulder, creeping its claws up the side of his neck and down his arm.
His clothes have also been cut, left in a sling and told to not move as much as he can, but the butcher hadn’t settled once until they’re left alone. The beds slid beside one another with the radiating heat from the fireplace. He’s silent and still warring with his thoughts, but it doesn’t stop his good hand from reaching out to brush his knuckles along Danta’s shoulder and arm, as gently as he can.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-20-2025
Blinking himself back into focus as if he's been off daydreaming somewhere else, Danta peeps up at the bed as it's rolled in next to his own, his entire body seeming to relax at the sight of Asta awake and as good as can be expected. Physically, anyway. A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth as he watches the butcher's good arm reach out to brush against him, the soft touch sending goosebumps rippling down the length of his spine.
[say]"Thank you,"[/say] he says in a hoarse whisper, shifting enough to reach out for the other man's bed. With a weak tug against one of the railings normally used to stop them from flailing around and falling out (they are down right now, blessedly) he manages to drag his own bed closer until they are more or less side by side. [say]"For getting us here,"[/say] he adds belatedly.
Turning enough to reach out and snag Asta's good hand, Danta draws it against his lips in a soft and lingering kiss. [say]"I'm so sorry,"[/say] he whispers. He'll never stop being sorry for it.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-20-2025
The whisper is met with a small hum, quiet just as the whisper itself had been. “[say]Of course, love.[/say]” It’s a sound that still seems tight, but the fact he’s reaching out to Danta is a good sign. As the bed is wheeled closer, Astaroth settles a touch more, turning slightly in the bed to focus on Danta’s form, resting on his good side to keep his other arm from moving.
He’s silent as his hand is snagged, and as lips brush against his fingers, his thumb gently caresses the Maverick’s sharp jawline, his dark gaze full of exhaustion and anxiety that he tries to swallow down the best he can. “[say]There was no other choice.[/say]” He says softly, but the words sound practiced, like he’s said them in his head over and over and over again. “[say]Despite the circumstances, we still make quite the team, mm?[/say]” It’s an attempt at a joke, even as flatly as it comes past his lips, the very same trying to twitch into a smile.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-21-2025
Leaning into every touch Asta cares to lavish upon him, however brief or gentle, Danta doesn't miss the plethora of things left unsaid beyond of course, love and there was no other choice. It feels as if the distance yawns between them, physically and otherwise, and gods, the Maverick can't stand it. Pressing kiss after kiss to the butcher's palm as it brushes across his cheek, Danta grimaces as he moves, but he's not nearly so immobile as he had been back int he Greatwood.
Clambering with no shortage of effort from his own bed and into Asta's (lack of space be damned), he stays more or less sprawled on his front even if he manages to tuck himself right against the other man's good side, burying his face in the crook of his neck. [say]"Mm, I am always astounded by our teamwork,"[/say] he informs him through a muffled voice, the briefest smile on his lips that Asta will feel rather than see.
[say]"Gods, I want to go home though,"[/say] he adds as the smile fades into a furrowed brow, one of his arms slipping around the other man's middle, careful of the sling.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-21-2025
At the first series of kisses pressed to his palm, Astaroth’s eyes close, content to continue to brush his hands along him gently wherever he can reach. His eyes open slightly, watching quietly as Danta begins to move with a good amount more mobility than he’d had previously. And without too much trouble, the blondes bed is abandoned in favor for the butcher’s.
His good arm winds around him, careful to not touch his back too much or his spine, brushing against his side softly as his cheek tilts to press against the horned crown of his head. He can feel the smile that presses to his skin, though there isn’t one that sits on his face. Just a quiet attempt at relaxing without falling asleep, trying to remain awake to the best of his ability even if he wants nothing more than to sleep.
It would be a disaster, though. So instead, he hums a quiet sound, far less vocal than he typically was, an indicator of his rebounding thoughts. “[say]I miss our bed.[/say]” He drawls, huffing a warm sigh into the blonde that sticks up from their trek here and the time spent in the infirmary beds. “[say]And I despise wearing this contraption.[/say]” He whines, pressing his cheek to Danta’s a touch harder.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
Not caring even if Asta were to press his hand directly over the dressing between his shoulder blades, Danta all but melts himself against the butcher, and it's with a shiver of effort that he lets his glamour drop and his horns melt away so he might nuzzle all the closer against the side of his neck. [say]"Me too,"[/say] he says of their bed, shifting enough to peep at the sling and Asta's heavy bandages beneath it to keep the limb from moving too much.
[say]"I bet,"[/say] he agrees, sneaking a gentle kiss to his cheek with the words. [say]"It won't be for long, though."[/say] Brushing his nose against the curve of the other man's jaw, Asta's uncharacteristic silence and solemnity don't go without notice, and though Danta's teeth itch with the urge to ask about it - to ensure the other man is alright, even though he knows he fucking isn't - he keeps it caged.
Instead, leaning in again, his lips meet the butcher's in a kiss that tries to say all the things words can't; further apologies written with every flick of his tongue, reassurance and gratitude wrapped in each soft press of his mouth, warm fingers stroking along his side down towards his hips. [say]"We could always sneak out of here,"[/say] he suggests as he draws back, the words practically mumbled against Asta's lips.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
The sharp hardness and spikes of diamond horns vanishes, allowing for a much closer tuck of his lovers head into his neck, and Astaroth breathes a soft sigh of relief as he presses his head harder against the Maverick’s. It’s a momentary nuzzle as he feels the kiss to his cheek, his eyes still closed as he tries to mentally prepare himself for whatever awaits him when he does open his eyes.
A low hum of agreement slips from his nose, muffled with the way Danta shifts, and it’s with a kiss that’s all consuming that the butcher does finally open his eyes when they part, his own black in the light and hesitant, careful and cautious. He scans his lover’s face, ensuring he’s okay for the umpteenth time, his tail slipping across his legs to wind around Danta’s leg, to ground them both. “[say]Do you think that is wise?[/say]” He asks, given their state. Would Danta be able to walk the cold trek to the Dusklight with their clothes that had been cut off, a lost cause.
Before Danta has a chance to answer, though, the butcher leans forward to close the miniscule distance between their lips, claiming a selfishly soothing kiss of his own, trying to push through the fact that he’s somewhat okay.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
[say]"No, I don't think it's wise,"[/say] Danta says, almost scoffing the words out, his voice pitched into a low whisper. Smiling to feel Asta's tail coil possessively about his leg, he's cut off from the rest of his sentence by the next kiss the butcher plants against his lips, the Maverick melting further against the other man. Leeching every bit of warmth from him and from the crackling fire, it doesn't matter whether his back twangs in protest, the pain is easily ignored so he can wind his other arm against Asta, careful of his shoulder.
Kissing him as if it might erase the past few hours, as if they'd simply walked here from the Greatwood, Danta might be breathless by the time he's forced to draw back, but it still doesn't feel like enough. [say]"When has anything I've ever suggested been wise?"[/say] he whispers. [say]"All I know is that I want you somewhere you can be comfortable, where we won't have to leave until we're ready. So if you want to go, we'll go."[/say]
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
He knew the answer before it had passed his lips, that it wouldn’t be wise to leave and yet all he wants is to not be stuck in an uncomfortable bed, leeching the heat and comfort of the Maverick against him and from the relatively sad looking fireplace. But the kiss after prolongs out any further thoughts, the butcher’s eyes slipping shut as he presses back into it, tail tightening and his good arm lifting to press more possessively against the base of his lover’s spine.
When the kiss ends, he’s also breathless, panting warm and soft breaths into the space between them. The option is laid out, the reasoning charming in such a way that he truly doesn’t expect it, and it has the ghost of a smile flickering on his face as he leans in and presses his forehead against Danta’s. “[say]Will you be able to walk?[/say]” He asks in a whisper, a hesitation that has his fingers twitching against warm scarred skin. “[say]I cannot carry you again.[/say]” It’s somehow quieter of a whisper, an admission he very clearly doesn’t want to say, but he knows it’s important.
Communication, y’know?
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
Quite why they can't just blink out of this bed and into their den at home Danta doesn't know; curled around Asta as much as he can, if only their surroundings were different, he might have been content to stay here for days. Alas, they're stuck here in the infirmary currently, and if the Maverick were even remotely aware of his surroundings, he'd see a couple of interns peeping in to smile at the sight of them. Evidently there will be no sneaking when it comes to their grand escape, not that they know it yet.
[say]"I will make it work,"[/say] he promises Asta, smiling and closing his eyes to feel the press of the other man's forehead. [say]"And I would never, ever expect you to do something like that again. It should never have come to it to begin with."[/say] Shifting enough to press a warm kiss to his brow, Danta draws back and takes a long, slow breath, before he starts working on getting himself upright and out of bed.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
With how close they are, Asta is also unaware of the interns peeking on them. If he had been, though, he’d be far less prone to feeling quite so lovey, far more menacing. As it stands, the butcher’s full and only focus is the Maverick in his arms and against him. It helps his admission, the barely there whisper, before Danta’s voice soothes him from it.
At the explanation, his brows pinch just in time to feel the warm press of Danta’s lips. “[say]It is not your fault, darling.[/say]” He whispers the murmur when Danta withdraws, tail loosening from his leg and hand abandoning his back so he can shift to slowly stand upright to get up. He waits a few moments, watching with those same dark eyes to see how he’s managing it before he runs the free hand of his through his messy, dark locks, pushing it back and out of his face further before he sits up after, hissing a little sound as the muscles in his shoulder shift with the movement.
“[say]How are you managing?[/say]” He asks through a quietly concerned tone, dark eyes focusing on his lover, searching for anything amiss.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Dantalion - 01-22-2025
[say]"It doesn't matter whose fault it is, I can still feel terrible about it,"[/say] Danta says, though the humour in his voice is somewhat ruined by his clipped, pained tone. Having left Asta to get his feet beneath him by himself, Danta is able - just - to push himself to standing, gripping the side of the bed with white knuckles as he slowly and agonisingly straightens up. [say]"Oh, you know,"[/say] he breathes airily, [say]"managing."[/say]
Code for we need to go before I pass out from the pain, naturally.
Nevertheless, he's determined as he turns back to Asta, only to catch those same interns rushing in towards them. At first he thinks they're absolutely busted, but they come offering two heavy cloaks that will at least help them to get home, and a large package of what looks to be pain medication.
[say]"Nurses make the best accomplices, evidently,"[/say] Danta says with a lopsided smile, accepting whatever help they can offer before they're being ushered towards the doors.
RE: fuck that shit let's start a riot - Astaroth - 01-22-2025
Touché, he supposes. But he’s so focused on Danta straightening up that as he gets his feet under him and the shoulder pain compartmentalized for the moment in favor of Danta’s health, the butcher frowns to see him in so much pain. But a familiar space to heal would be preferable to this.
As such, he stands and straightens silently, nodding to Danta’s painful admission, only to see in the corner of his eyes as the interns appear, and already he’s baring his sharp teeth — only for it to be unfounded. Dumbly accepting the cloak and the basket of pain meds, he snorts a little under his breath. “[say]Thank you.[/say]” He hums to them before they’re being rushed toward the doors and Asta buttons the cloak to stay on despite one arm not being within its sleeve, and offers his elbow over to Danta for support. “[say]Let us get home, mm?[/say]” He asks, still quiet and defeated, but there’s a glimmer of excitement in returning to the Dusklight for gods know how long until they can recover.