// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“You did.” The butcher murmurs. And while he hadn’t seen how much the Maverick had, he could tell that he had plenty. And now, in the face of everything that had occurred tonight, comfort swells through his bones with the weight of the Maverick against his chest, arms wound around him, embracing the warmth offered.
Even if it feels tentative, unsure and uncertain with the answer Danta had given. A seed of worry sparks in his gut, only slightly alleviated when the answer comes. Relieved to know it isn’t anything he has done, but something that is simply a response to their traumas.
His hand lifts from the blonde to run his fingers along the curve of diamond horns, blinking down to him for a moment before he shakes his head. “Why would it change?” He asks softly — never once thinking that it would. “I would prefer it to be the same. There is no need to adjust it if it works.” He murmurs, before he leans in to press his lips to Danta’s forehead.
“Now there is just a name to it. We don’t.. we don’t have to tell anyone, if you don’t want to?” Asta doesn’t care who does or doesn’t know. All he knows is that right here is precisely where he wants to be.
Even if it feels tentative, unsure and uncertain with the answer Danta had given. A seed of worry sparks in his gut, only slightly alleviated when the answer comes. Relieved to know it isn’t anything he has done, but something that is simply a response to their traumas.
His hand lifts from the blonde to run his fingers along the curve of diamond horns, blinking down to him for a moment before he shakes his head. “Why would it change?” He asks softly — never once thinking that it would. “I would prefer it to be the same. There is no need to adjust it if it works.” He murmurs, before he leans in to press his lips to Danta’s forehead.
“Now there is just a name to it. We don’t.. we don’t have to tell anyone, if you don’t want to?” Asta doesn’t care who does or doesn’t know. All he knows is that right here is precisely where he wants to be.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
