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
Gods if Danta’s trailing fingers aren’t a siren song for the butcher to sleep and relax. And unlike the night before, Asta doesn’t stop Danta from wanting to send a letter. Flora has started this side of the communication, and he will continue it, but he won’t prevent the Maverick from sending his own. And despite the frown, he does huff a little sound. “She was intending on getting an item, I think.” He comments, already shriveling inside at the idea of Frey accompanying them.
It has him burying his face in more, lips ghosting along Danta’s pulse again as he listens. “You do keep me in line. You are the only one who has.” Maybe if Danta read between the lines on that one, he might realize that the butcher hadn’t finished — cutting it short before he had completely lost control.
“Yes, but, I still feel… Wrong about it.” Another admission, sighing a hot breath against the blonde’s throat.
It has him burying his face in more, lips ghosting along Danta’s pulse again as he listens. “You do keep me in line. You are the only one who has.” Maybe if Danta read between the lines on that one, he might realize that the butcher hadn’t finished — cutting it short before he had completely lost control.
“Yes, but, I still feel… Wrong about it.” Another admission, sighing a hot breath against the blonde’s throat.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
