[SE] i'm a jester and i'm yours

I wanna run against the world that's turning

"I'd say I was sorry but I'm not, since he did nick me twice with that frisbee thing," Danta mutters, smirking and letting his fingers linger on the ornate buttons of Asta's shirt, as if threatening to pluck one of them off entirely, before his hand drifts further to finally settle around the other man's waist. Letting his eyes slip closed as Asta leans in to kiss him again, the Maverick absently reaches out to stub out his cigarette in the nearby ashtray, evidently much more invested in the man between his legs now than smoking.

"Mm, either way I should be in very good shape to lay around in the sun and not think about things, other than how good our healing wine will taste," he agrees, tilting his head to rest it against Asta's shoulder and exhaling a long, deep sigh. "You found me really quickly this time," he remarks mildly, though the smile on his lips is undoubtedly pleased. Rumour spreads like wildfire in the Dusklight anyway, but it had still been impressive how quickly Asta had managed to scent the blood on the air and come running.

Dantalion

I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn, I wanna be gone

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

“I am not sorry in the slightest.” The butcher hums with full confidence that he’d gladly take however many reasons the Maverick might give him to tack onto his Anti-Kaisel mental board. For now, though, he’s much more content to have Danta healthy and happy (and not spun up about the shit a child would say).

It helps him lean more into the space Danta creates for him, his tail slipping around to wrap around his ankle and keep him tugged close. “See? The perfect vacation.” He muses in a whisper pressed into the golden crown of his lover’s hair, quite pleased with the outcome regardless. As for finding him quickly, the butcher nods slowly at first, before he’s nuzzling his nose into the golden crown, deftly evading the diamond horns. “It was not hard to find you with the trail you left.” He admits, the smile evident in his voice and the feeling that blooms. “And I would have caused a scene had anyone tried to stop me.” He reassures him – because absolutely nothing would get between him and Danta when there was blood in the air.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine

I wanna run against the world that's turning

"All of our vacations are perfect in their own way," Danta says with a crooked smile, more than content to continue to leech heat from the butcher and to keep him sequestered away in his office until they decide to either go back to work or surrender themselves to a Longheat afternoon. (Honestly, the latter is looking very likely). "The trail I... oh fuck, right." Glancing down towards his arm, now bandages and free of blood for the most part, the reminde that it had been dripping from his fingers is a distant one.

"Oh, I bet. I imagine the crowds parted for you like a knife through butter." he almost wishes he could have been there to see it. Instead, tipping his head up to smile towards Asta, Danta arches an inquisitive brow. "Were you busy? Because if you weren't I bet we could head out and get mimosas. I just need a change of shirt."

Dantalion

I'd move so fast that I'd outpace the dawn, I wanna be gone

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

Nodding softly as Danta leeches heat from him, it’s the comment of the blood trail that he notes Danta glances down at his arm where the bandages sit – almost as if recalling the fact he’d left the trail in his attempt to get here. He imagines it isn’t that much of a surprise that he’d forgotten it, the worry that he hopes he’s alleviated had been at the forefront of his lover’s mind, after all. He’d forget about his trek to his own office if the roles were reversed.

For now, though, he hums a warm laugh. “Oh they absolutely did.” His voice drops a little more playfully deep, conniving and conspiring in a way that’s certainly a highlight of his day. Tilting his chin down to meet the glittering blues of his lover’s face, the butcher’s tail squeezes his Theocrat’s leg gently. “I was not busy, darling. Tinkering in my old room with things I can most certainly put on pause for mimosas.” He looks forward to it, actually.

Not looking forward to parting from Danta immediately, though, the butcher prolongs it out a touch before he’s tugging Danta down from his desk, flashing a wink at him as he takes a sip of the vodka to get their evening started, and gets onto the search of finding a clean shirt for the other Ancient before their evening can truly begin.

- FIN

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine