Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
And he will, if it ever happens again – but given this response, the way Danta fights against the hands that approach, his jaw tightens a fraction to feel the soreness double down on the arm with the stitches. He fights through it, though, brows pinching and gaze focusing on the blonde a bit sharper – like a shark smelling blood in the water – because he certainly can already tell that’s what’s happened. Familiar enough with it that he’s done the same himself, Astaroth bites his own tongue in response instead of saying you do care.
Despite the initial fight, Danta does end up succumbing to his hug, and only when he feels the tension start to melt does Asta tuck his cheek against the side of the other man’s head from where he’s tucked into his shoulder, the butcher’s cheek resting on one of those diamond, rainbow hued horns that curve out of his head. He very much doesn’t shut up, because the vulnerability is here face first, and his arms slip around him even tighter despite the pain it causes against his arm, tail slipping around to wind around Danta’s leg. “I won’t let it happen again.” Asta vows softly, taking a deep breath before he utters another comment, one that’s nearly too quiet to be heard. “I missed you.”
Despite the initial fight, Danta does end up succumbing to his hug, and only when he feels the tension start to melt does Asta tuck his cheek against the side of the other man’s head from where he’s tucked into his shoulder, the butcher’s cheek resting on one of those diamond, rainbow hued horns that curve out of his head. He very much doesn’t shut up, because the vulnerability is here face first, and his arms slip around him even tighter despite the pain it causes against his arm, tail slipping around to wind around Danta’s leg. “I won’t let it happen again.” Asta vows softly, taking a deep breath before he utters another comment, one that’s nearly too quiet to be heard. “I missed you.”
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
