// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Alright.” The butcher says with a sigh, leaning onto the blonde as they start to walk, guided easily even as his weight grows heavier on Danta’s side. The trees and branches begin to thin out and the white beaches of Torchline come into view and Astaroth works his jaw. “Yes, they do.” He says quietly, a hint wearily as they wander.
His admission is met with silence initially, and there’s tension blooming in his chest, swallowing down a breath of air as he tries to focus on anything else but his clotting and deep wounds. Latching onto the Maverick’s words, Astaroth’s fingertips dig into Danta’s shoulder. “I don’t know.” He says, in terms of who would punish him. The gut reaction says anyone, and based off of the ruthlessness of Danta’s previous encounters with him before their long slumber, an irrational part of his mind suggests the other man might.
But he knows better.
“I am sorry.” He says after a moment of silence.
His admission is met with silence initially, and there’s tension blooming in his chest, swallowing down a breath of air as he tries to focus on anything else but his clotting and deep wounds. Latching onto the Maverick’s words, Astaroth’s fingertips dig into Danta’s shoulder. “I don’t know.” He says, in terms of who would punish him. The gut reaction says anyone, and based off of the ruthlessness of Danta’s previous encounters with him before their long slumber, an irrational part of his mind suggests the other man might.
But he knows better.
“I am sorry.” He says after a moment of silence.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
