// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
If he wasn’t so fucked up he might quip something about if the shoe fits in regards to the cane. But it’s nothing more than a thought that arrives and vanishes as soon as he’s settled into the cart. The water is still capped thankfully in his shaking hands, and Asta blinks with a quiet thank you as Danta takes it.
Eagerly (as much as he can be in his state), Asta tilts his head however Danta needs, the water touching his tongue and like a lifeline the butcher swallows it down with a heavy sigh.
Already starting to feel a bit better, his hands quit trembling slowly and despite the wounds still being open, they’re scabbing and clotting with ease, and the fuzziness of the blood loss is nonexistent. And in the face of what he can only assume to be the Maverick’s worry, non trembling hands lift to clasp Danta’s as a more clear dark gaze finds his face. “Easy, darling. It did work.” He says as if it might alleviate the other man’s anger.
Eagerly (as much as he can be in his state), Asta tilts his head however Danta needs, the water touching his tongue and like a lifeline the butcher swallows it down with a heavy sigh.
Already starting to feel a bit better, his hands quit trembling slowly and despite the wounds still being open, they’re scabbing and clotting with ease, and the fuzziness of the blood loss is nonexistent. And in the face of what he can only assume to be the Maverick’s worry, non trembling hands lift to clasp Danta’s as a more clear dark gaze finds his face. “Easy, darling. It did work.” He says as if it might alleviate the other man’s anger.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
