so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
He remains silent to the you should be, because he is and has already said it and it would do little use to keep saying it. Instead, he remains near the fireplace in his room by the tea set Danta had gifted him and the warmth radiating through hollow bones and adorning their faces in hues of flickering oranges and reds, frozen as the Maverick continues, dark eyes focused on the other Ancient’s face as if surprised, silently, that it was a thing that could even be changed so quickly.
Not that he’d voice those words and complain — gods knew he didn’t want to do this. He wanted to stay in Danta’s bed, feel the warmth of him wrapped around his body, feel the full soft lips as they press against his pulse as if to make sure he was alive, feel the soft breaths that slowed into a soft snore when the Theocrat fell asleep.
Nodding, his lips part, finally not failing for words for the first time in the past couple of days. “Yesterday harbored a lot of unfairness from me, but I too like waking up to you being there. And even if I complained, I do also like being missed when I’m gone.” By you, especially.
The butcher’s dark gaze takes on a hint of a more calculating one, taking note now of the exhaustion there still brimming in the blonde’s face, highlighted by the fire still flickering brightly, and Asta steps forward to tug the Maverick into his embrace, this time not trembling or shaking, this time he stands as a strong pillar. “Would you prefer to sleep more?”
Not that he’d voice those words and complain — gods knew he didn’t want to do this. He wanted to stay in Danta’s bed, feel the warmth of him wrapped around his body, feel the full soft lips as they press against his pulse as if to make sure he was alive, feel the soft breaths that slowed into a soft snore when the Theocrat fell asleep.
Nodding, his lips part, finally not failing for words for the first time in the past couple of days. “Yesterday harbored a lot of unfairness from me, but I too like waking up to you being there. And even if I complained, I do also like being missed when I’m gone.” By you, especially.
The butcher’s dark gaze takes on a hint of a more calculating one, taking note now of the exhaustion there still brimming in the blonde’s face, highlighted by the fire still flickering brightly, and Asta steps forward to tug the Maverick into his embrace, this time not trembling or shaking, this time he stands as a strong pillar. “Would you prefer to sleep more?”
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
