so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
The door opens and Asta glances over his shoulder to spot the Maverick arrive, with a bundle of items in his hands. He focuses back out to the sunset, watching as the darkness creeps in from the setting sun, awaiting the approach and not at all surprised by the gentle feel of Danta’s hands on him.
It does have his chin dipping a little, arms moving as Danta gestures. “Truth be told, I am surprised as well.” He rumbles as a quiet admission, keeping his posture just as straight even as his hands are bound behind him. His head tilts to look back at Danta over his shoulder, horns imposing a long shadow against the blonde.
“I don’t despise it thus far, though.” Given the opportunity, though, and the infrequency of when Asta gets the sensation and thought to even indulge, it makes it far more comfortable that Danta is the one to handle him in the moment, even if his dark brow rises with the choices made so far.
Hands bound first, now what?
It does have his chin dipping a little, arms moving as Danta gestures. “Truth be told, I am surprised as well.” He rumbles as a quiet admission, keeping his posture just as straight even as his hands are bound behind him. His head tilts to look back at Danta over his shoulder, horns imposing a long shadow against the blonde.
“I don’t despise it thus far, though.” Given the opportunity, though, and the infrequency of when Asta gets the sensation and thought to even indulge, it makes it far more comfortable that Danta is the one to handle him in the moment, even if his dark brow rises with the choices made so far.
Hands bound first, now what?
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
