// smile like you mean it //
Her fingers tremble as they rake his loose hair back, the butcher watching her with a hint of skepticism in his dark gaze — notably brighter now than they had been when glazed with lust. “It’s not fine,” he starts to protest, even as she pleads and shifts and tries to prove that she’s completely capable of handling him. But she’s still missing the point — the point being that he is incapable of handling himself enough that he won’t hurt her. Which, he obviously has.
She does brush her nose against his, his mouth still tinged with iron and rust, smeared around his face as he keeps her held tight to him, listening to more and more of her protests as he’s out of his element and for the first time at a loss of words in how to word his rebuttal.
And now it simply just feels forced and wrong and Asta’s arms start to move before his lips do, loosening around her as her hand dives between them to touch him and a hiss leaves him briefly as he cups her face and shakes his head again, his tail swiping up to wrap around her arm to pull her hand back, even as she angles her bloodied shoulder, still dripping blood toward him and his jaw clenches tightly. “Not today, Flora. Maybe next time.” He tries to say, to convey, and to prove that it isn’t her fault but that his veins are still flushing with ice water, he pulls her in for a surprisingly gentle and tender kiss despite the blood and everything else.
He withdraws to press his horned head against hers, forehead to forehead. “I got you off once, don’t worry about me. We need to — let’s get you back to Torchline to heal you, alright, darling?” He makes his soft request, shifting slightly on the stones.
She does brush her nose against his, his mouth still tinged with iron and rust, smeared around his face as he keeps her held tight to him, listening to more and more of her protests as he’s out of his element and for the first time at a loss of words in how to word his rebuttal.
And now it simply just feels forced and wrong and Asta’s arms start to move before his lips do, loosening around her as her hand dives between them to touch him and a hiss leaves him briefly as he cups her face and shakes his head again, his tail swiping up to wrap around her arm to pull her hand back, even as she angles her bloodied shoulder, still dripping blood toward him and his jaw clenches tightly. “Not today, Flora. Maybe next time.” He tries to say, to convey, and to prove that it isn’t her fault but that his veins are still flushing with ice water, he pulls her in for a surprisingly gentle and tender kiss despite the blood and everything else.
He withdraws to press his horned head against hers, forehead to forehead. “I got you off once, don’t worry about me. We need to — let’s get you back to Torchline to heal you, alright, darling?” He makes his soft request, shifting slightly on the stones.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
