// i am the righteous hand of god //
An agreement is an agreement regardless, and the butcher sinks into the bed a bit easier as Danta’s fingers run across his skin and ribs, as Asta’s own hand draws idle designs against the Maverick’s spine, ghosting over scars he’d placed years and years ago. “Quite unlikely for now.” He says with a soft sigh, as if he wanted nothing more than that, only to find it slipping through his grip. Between the nightmare and the small amount of sleep he did get, he feels as if he’s almost buzzing.
With Danta’s fingers lightly pressed against the hollow of his throat, the blonde Ancient would feel the vibration as well as hear it when his voice rumbles “That was the first one I’ve seen.” He admits, nose wrinkling in distaste before his head tilts toward Danta. “I think I would be content never seeing another again.” Perhaps the void-less ones were less shitty, but something tells him they’re both equally as bad, if only for other reasons.
“I would also be content with a cup of tea.” Letting his dark gaze scan Danta’s face for his reaction, he starts to shift slightly to sit up.
With Danta’s fingers lightly pressed against the hollow of his throat, the blonde Ancient would feel the vibration as well as hear it when his voice rumbles “That was the first one I’ve seen.” He admits, nose wrinkling in distaste before his head tilts toward Danta. “I think I would be content never seeing another again.” Perhaps the void-less ones were less shitty, but something tells him they’re both equally as bad, if only for other reasons.
“I would also be content with a cup of tea.” Letting his dark gaze scan Danta’s face for his reaction, he starts to shift slightly to sit up.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
