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
Snorting a sound as their glasses clink, Asta’s lips quirk into an amused smirk. “Oh, the most well-adjusted.” The sarcasm drips from his slightly accented tongue as he takes a sip. His goes slower, obviously not going through the crisis that Danta has just come down from, taking time to swirl it a little as the Maverick gets a good look at what he’s done.
The sleeve pressed against it has his nose wrinkling, dark gaze focusing on him. “You got the most on me than anyone else has. You get credit for that.” He drawls, before he takes another little sip. “And… Luckily for you, I have a high pain tolerance so it wasn’t that bad, despite how unused to it I am.” Gore crows and scar tissue and all of that.
Reaching to refill Danta’s glass for a third time, Asta’s tail waves idly as the weight of the blonde’s head is felt on his uninjured shoulder. “Perhaps my focus should be on taking care of you instead of you punishing me, mm?” In whatever way that means, he lets Danta decide. Truthfully, he could try to swing it back, but if the Maverick would prefer to curl up in the blankets in front of the fire, he isn’t opposed to it.
He does, however, finally notice the material of the muzzle and the bindings from where they lay on the bed as Asta’s lips quirk in charmed amusement. “Ah, you got them to match the matchbook. How even more incredibly thoughtful of you.”
The sleeve pressed against it has his nose wrinkling, dark gaze focusing on him. “You got the most on me than anyone else has. You get credit for that.” He drawls, before he takes another little sip. “And… Luckily for you, I have a high pain tolerance so it wasn’t that bad, despite how unused to it I am.” Gore crows and scar tissue and all of that.
Reaching to refill Danta’s glass for a third time, Asta’s tail waves idly as the weight of the blonde’s head is felt on his uninjured shoulder. “Perhaps my focus should be on taking care of you instead of you punishing me, mm?” In whatever way that means, he lets Danta decide. Truthfully, he could try to swing it back, but if the Maverick would prefer to curl up in the blankets in front of the fire, he isn’t opposed to it.
He does, however, finally notice the material of the muzzle and the bindings from where they lay on the bed as Asta’s lips quirk in charmed amusement. “Ah, you got them to match the matchbook. How even more incredibly thoughtful of you.”
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
