reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
He’s not going to read into it too deeply — because the last time he tried to form thoughts to the feelings, he was absolutely incapable of it, had pushed it too far to where the Maverick had recoiled hard from it. He doesn’t intend to make the same mistake again. “I have.” Both had a hard time and been good. Maybe that is why things have gone so poorly lately, he wasn’t his usual self.
He certainly hadn’t produced the image of being terrifying yet, so there was a lot of work to still be done.
Far away as Asta is, he does hear the breath that hisses into the blonde’s lungs, his fingertips twitching against soft skin and wine dark pants. The hum of sound is distant, even with his name included, but he blinks back into himself with the touch of Danta’s cherry dipped finger against his lips.
His tongue dips out to swipe away the cherry sweet, before he’s leaning in to chase after the finger that had placed it like a bloodhound, hands possessively keeping Danta sat exactly where he is.
He certainly hadn’t produced the image of being terrifying yet, so there was a lot of work to still be done.
Far away as Asta is, he does hear the breath that hisses into the blonde’s lungs, his fingertips twitching against soft skin and wine dark pants. The hum of sound is distant, even with his name included, but he blinks back into himself with the touch of Danta’s cherry dipped finger against his lips.
His tongue dips out to swipe away the cherry sweet, before he’s leaning in to chase after the finger that had placed it like a bloodhound, hands possessively keeping Danta sat exactly where he is.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
