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nobody gets their kicks for free - Astaroth - 08-27-2025
Maybe it was the fact that the end of the season was upon them and Asta has not been able to handle himself as well as he had the rest of the season. It’s a mixture of burn out and not enough that thrums through him – such that it feels impossible to wera much of anything aside from the very loose and sheer billowy shirt that he’s somewhat confident is from Danta’s stash of not-clothes.
He's sat on their couch in their room, a shard of bone he’s been carving out with a sharp and small blade for details tries to help distract him from everything that seems to weigh on him but it’s doing a relatively terrible job at it. So his tail whips at the ashen tip, long legs crossed such that the shirt bunches in a bundle across his lap and a little bucket sits to catch the shards of bone. At present, he’s carving floral whirls in what appears to be a rather human-like rib bone. “[say]I know I have asked already, but are you sure I cannot devour the cow man?[/say]” He asks, looking up from the bone across to Danta. The cow man in question is an attuned that tended to come into the Dusklight on a few occasions, acting much like a bull in a china shop and had the audacity to give longing looks toward Danta whenever he was behind the counter.
Which typically were things the butcher found amusing, but this season it had sparked all of the worst aspects of this season for him. And only seems to remind him of his never ending hatred of being haunted by a cowbell.
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Dantalion - 08-28-2025
[say]"Much as I hate to rain on your parade,"[/say] Danta chimes as he swans back in from the bathroom, hair damp around his shoulders and a towel around his waist, [say]"but I'm afraid the answer is still no. It's one thing if you eat the customers who haven't paid their tab, but I'm afraid the cow man is always very punctual, and he tips well."[/say] All the things he knows Asta won't want to hear and so, with fire already starting to flick through the air around him to dry him off, the Maverick pads towards the sofa.
Leaning over the back of it to lace his arms around the butcher, he noses against his stubbled cheek and lets one hand sneak into the excuse for a shirt he's wearing, pressing warm fingers against his bare chest. [say]"And how is your little project going?"[/say] he wonders, mumbling the question against Asta's jawline. [say]"Is it suitably keeping your hands busy for now?"[/say]
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Astaroth - 08-28-2025
His dark gaze flits over toward the Maverick as he makes his arrival, his disappointment clearly written on his face with the frown that tugs at smile lines unused to such movement on the butcher’s face. The tiny blade makes another slice, another sliver falling into the small bowl settled in his lap as his ashen tail jerks back and forth. “[say]Would be a shame if he lost his wallet, wouldn’t it?[/say]” Comes the grumble under his breath – definitely loud enough for the Theocrat wreathed in flame to dry him off to hear as he makes his approach.
There’s a warm sigh that passes by his lips, the rib bone lowering slightly as does the blade as he tilts his head into the pressure against his bearded cheek. “[say]For the moment it is working.[/say]” He lifts the rib for Danta to see, the etchings of rose buds and hyacinths making up the basis of the floral piece. “[say]How was your shower?[/say]” He asks, tilting his head to peer up at his lover, tail whipping slower now that he’s closer.
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Dantalion - 08-28-2025
Unable to help it, Danta lets out a quiet little laugh against Asta's jawline, punctuating it with a quick kiss. [say]"It would be a shame,"[/say] he agrees, fingers continuing to strum gentle passes over the other man's chest beneath his shirt. [say]"I wonder if I can persuade him to take a break from visiting us until the end of Leafchange? It'd be a shame to lose his business on account of being devou-- er, losing his wallet."[/say]
The fire flutters out once he deems himself dry enough, Danta shifting just enough to admire the floral patternings carved into the bone, though he doesn't reach out for the creation (his hands are still busy on Asta, thanks). [say]"Ugh, you're sickeningly good at that, y'know,"[/say] he mutters, nuzzling obnoxiously against his cheek, tail flicking at his heels.
[say]"Oh, it was fine. I missed you in it, but that's standard."[/say] Straightening up at last, he prowls across the room to find some sort of clothing worth pulling on.
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Astaroth - 08-28-2025
The kiss sparks the pull of a small smile as it blooms on his face, relishing in the touch of warm, fire heated hands against his chest beneath the threadbare shirt (as if he can’t stand the feel of the fabric – which isn’t entirely wrong). “[say]You are no fun.[/say]” The butcher whines, but the dramaticism dies with the hum of a low, accented laugh as if to concede the point – though he certainly doesn’t want Danta anywhere near the cow man in order to offer the advice. Perhaps that’s something their workers could do instead with a bit of motivation.
Regardless, though, the obnoxious nuzzle is met with one of his own. His bearded jaw brushing slightly roughly against Danta’s smooth skin as one hand abandons the rib to rest atop the Maverick’s. “[say]I have had centuries of practice.[/say]” He teases, because they both know that the majority of those centuries had been hidden away in stone doing absolutely jack shit. It was still fun to tout, however.
Releasing Danta reluctantly, the bone settles in his lap as does the small, thin blade as he watches him search for something to wear – spending the few moments admiring him and the curve and bend of his body before it’s all covered up. “[say]I would have joined, but I thought you could use some alone time.[/say]” He nods his chin toward the faint bruises still lingering around his lover’s hips, a bit of satisfaction still appearing in the smile on his face. "[say]Next time, perhaps.[/say]"
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Dantalion - 08-29-2025
[say]"Only in Leafchange could I ever be accused by you of being no fun,"[/say] Danta informs the other man, huffing with suitable affront as he swans across their room and drops the towel from around his waist, tail lashing playfully at his heels. [say]"And centuries, you say? Don't tell me you spent all that time asleep dreaming about dusty old bones, Asta."[/say]
Grinning over his shoulder - both at the teasing between them and the reminder of the fingerprint bruises that remain deliciously speckled across his hips and along his neck, it's with a decadent sigh that he wiggles into a pair of loose linen pants. [say]"Mm, it was nice to soothe my poor, abused body for a bit,"[/say] he agrees, mouth kicking up in a half-smile. [say]"Doesn't mean I didn't miss the company."[/say]
That might explain why he pads back across to the couch, very candidly knocking the bowl, knife and bone off Asta's lap so he can replace the tools with himself. [say]"You know it'll be Deepfrost in just a few days,"[/say] he purrs. [say]"I wonder if this madness will leave you as quickly as it jumped on your back."[/say]
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Astaroth - 08-29-2025
“[say]What else was there to do, darling?[/say]” The butcher poses the question back – because it wasn’t like he was going to daydream about the bullshit of the Climb from back then. Or have nightmares regarding the crows and being left behind. Or recalling the time he’d lived as a frosty cannibal up in Halo.
Where, if he was being honest, he’d done much of the same when it came to carving bones and ivory.
Either way, he continues to admire even as he watches Danta slip into loose linen pants, snorting instead to hear that he’d missed the company. “[say]Ah, next time shall I sit outside of it and shout at you then? Mostly in regards to the cow man.[/say]” Bouncing his brows playfully, the butcher watches with unhidden delight as Danta knocks the bowl, knife, and bone out of his hands to replace it with himself – which is a much better result as far as Asta’s concerned. With nothing in them now, his hands immediately land on Danta’s poor abused hips and drags his fingertips up his sides. “[say]Perhaps. If it does, I am terrified to see what beast it’s left behind.[/say]” And if it hadn’t? Well, they’d need to find a better way to get through his suddenly intensified barrage of hormones.
His head tilts up, the dark hair between his horns smoothing back and bunching against the back of the couch as he admires the Theocrat. “[say]Will you miss it, if it is gone?[/say]”
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Dantalion - 08-29-2025
[say]"I couldn't honestly say - I don't think I dreamed at all while I was a lawn ornament,"[/say] Danta confesses, brow furrowing as he tries and fails to recall the time. [say]"Either way, it was quite a lovely nap. Not sure I want to take one again for quite that long, though."[/say] Not now that he's found such a good life out and away from the Climb, with friends and associates and Asta to fill his days.
Chuckling and getting comfortable in the butcher's lap, he stretches his long legs out across the couch and slips an arm around the other man's shoulders, fingers finding their way back beneath the loose and billowing material of his shirt. [say]"I would have loved to hear you shout at me about the cow man,"[/say] he informs him with a fanged grin, leaning in to brush his nose across Asta's.
As to whether he would miss this version of the butcher, Danta takes a moment to gaze down at him, his free hand lifting to brush softly across the scruff of his jaw. [say]"No,"[/say] he decides softly. [say]"I loved you just the way you were. This was a delightful change of pace, don't get me wrong, but if it's just a bit of seasonal madness, then I'll happily wave goodbye to it until next year."[/say]
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Astaroth - 08-29-2025
“[say]Mm, that I can agree with.[/say]” He hums softly, shifting his seat to better accommodate the position Danta takes up within it, happily ignoring the shards of bone left behind that have spilled from the bowl with Danta’s cat-like nature. As his arms loop around his shoulders, he’ll find that the loose material of the sorry excuse for a shirt is very stretchy and loose and it falls from around his shoulders with ease.
He doesn’t respond about yelling about the cow man despite how much he wants to, too busy chasing after the gentle brush of Danta’s nose against his own to press a soft kiss to his lover’s chin. The answer to his question does come with a small amount of surprise, though, enough that Asta draws back to tilt his head into the hand that brushes against his bearded jaw, peering up at him with warmth in the dark abyss of his eyes.
Turning his head slightly to press his lips to the inside of Danta’s wrist, his hands lift and stroke smooth passes along his sides and back. “[say]That is good to know. It is rather exhausting being on edge all the time. I am sorry if I have been too much.[/say]” He closes his eyes with the apology, pressing another kiss to his wrist.
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Dantalion - 08-29-2025
Unable to help it, Danta finds himself smirking in response to Asta's surprise, guiding the loose fabric of the (his?) shirt down off the other man's shoulders so he doesn't have to suffer it against his skin for longer than necessary. [say]"What, you thought I'd be thrilled to keep you this way?"[/say] he assumes, his expression softening to feel the warm brush of lips against the inside of his wrist.
[say]"It seems exhausting,"[/say] he agrees. [say]"And it isn't you, either. As something of a professional at being too much, though, I can promise that you don't need to be sorry for it."[/say] Slipping his hand up and through the back of Asta's hair, he lets his fingers press and knead around the base of the butcher's horns.
[say]"Do you want to stay up here this afternoon?"[/say] Danta offers, leaning in to almost speak the words against Asta's lips in a kiss. [say]"We can have dinner brought up, nap, dim all the lights and people watch out the window..."[/say] All their favourite pastimes, he thinks.
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Astaroth - 08-29-2025
It comes with its own little relief when Danta slips the fabric the rest of the way from his shoulders – all scars and nearly gone bruises on full display alongside the intense heat of his body. “[say]I do not know.[/say]” The butcher hums, an inch of worry finding itself in the soft laugh that leaves him. “[say]On one hand, you would never not be tired because I have been ensuring that. On the other hand, it is a bit like going from a drought to a flood.[/say]” Sexually, if he isn’t being obvious enough. “[say]I am unsure if I can meet in the middle.[/say]” The middle is relative – but its somewhere he imagines Danta’s libido to be.
And he knows he’s swung rapidly from one side to the other at a whiplash pace.
The agreement softens him, though, and he hums a soft sound to feel Danta’s hand stroke through his hair and press against the base of his horns. It relaxes him, enough that his haunt makes a small appearance in how he seems like he’s bleeding shadows out of him, blanketing the couch like spilled ink.
As for the offer? The butcher tilts his chin up with enough movement to press a soft kiss of agreement to his lips, withdrawing a small amount. “[say]That sounds perfect. I can make some tea and keep you in my lap at the window sill while we people watch.[/say]” Already planning it, the butcher’s tail starts to wag with his quiet delight.
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Dantalion - 08-29-2025
[say]"Mm, you have been insatiable,"[/say] Danta agrees with a flash of fangs and a brief kiss to the corner of Asta's mouth. [say]"And I have loved it as much as I have been very worn out by it. Don't ever worry about not being able to settle in the middle, though,"[/say] he says with a gentle shrug, fingers continuing to fuss through his hair and around his horns, even as his haunt starts to bleed out of him. [say]"What we had before all this feirw nonsense worked wonderfully for me."[/say]
It was a delight, in fact, to take advantage of the moments when Asta would tease and flirt and make his intentions very much known.
Smiling against the gentle kiss left against his lips, Danta nods confirmation of the plan, chuckling at the quiet thumping of the butcher's tail as it starts to wag. [say]"Perfect. Though I suppose this means I have to get up to let you potter around, mm?"[/say] Which he begins to do, albeit reluctantly, though at the sudden lash of rain against glass he does turn towards the window to enjoy the unexpected downpour.
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Astaroth - 08-29-2025
If it were anyone else alleviating his worries and shame, he’d deny it until his very last breath. But with Danta telling him that it was fine, that it wasn’t something he should worry about? It relieves him immensely. Enough that he sags a touch under his haunt’s shadows, pressing against Danta’s touch with ease. “[say]Thank you, darling.[/say]” His tone harbors an incredible amount of gratitude, like its been a breath he’s held onto until he had the okay to exhale.
And so he does, feeling the stretch of his lovers smile beneath his lips with the gentle kiss, ignorant of the way his tail wags at the spaded tip as an obvious indicator of his delight. “[say]Mm, unfortunately I suppose you will.[/say]” He whines in all of his traditional dramatic tones – loosening his hold on him as he starts to move when the lash of rain distracts them both. The shadows shiver with delight to hear it pelt the glass and he glances over at it in time to spy the flicker of lightning as it blossoms through the sky, reflecting on the already wet buildings.
His arms tighten around Danta only to shift him over to the side and press a long and sweet kiss to him as he uses it as a distraction to free himself. And when he stands, the threadbare shirt has been left behind, instead utilizing his shadows as a cape of sorts when he stands and steps toward the little bar where all the tea sits. A flick of his fingertips sparks the fire under the kettle, already full of water as he debates the different tins of teas to try and decide which would suit their storm-and-people watching evening. His horns have extended, adding two more tines that melt with the black of the shadows that grant him the appearance of a tall, spindly vampire as he plucks the apple spice black tea tin from the row. "[say]What type of tea would you like, love?[/say]" He asks, turning enough to glance over his shoulder at his lover.
RE: nobody gets their kicks for free - Dantalion - 08-31-2025
[say]"Of course,"[/say] Danta purrs, shifting to leave a gentle kiss against Asta's forehead before he starts to try and peel himself out of his lap amid the rain and flashes of lightning. Alas, before he can get quite that far, the butcher's grip on him is tightening, Danta melting into his next kiss with a laugh still rumbling in his chest in echo to the roll of thunder that follows the first indicators of the storm outside.
Left a little flushed and breathless as the other man finally gets to his feet, the Maverick spends a lazy few moments watching him cross the room, tail lashing its enjoyment at his heels, before he also clambers upright. Grabbing a knitted blanket from the mess of furs and sheets beneath in their den, he's standing by the window by the time Asta's voice reaches him, Danta glancing at him over his shoulder.
[say]"Vanilla chai, if there's any left?"[/say] he asks, having to do a quick doubletake at the sight of the shadows wreathing his lover and the extension of his horns, though evidently he feels nothing but approval about it. [say]"No honey for me, though,"[/say] he adds reflexively, just in case.