you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
Letting a dark laugh slip past his lips, the butcher sighs shortly after with the mental imagery of Danta’s complaint. “Luckily for you, my attire for tomorrow consists of back pockets.” Would he stop him from copping a feel? Tonight, no, tomorrow? Maybe. We’ll see how he’s feeling in the morning.
The fountain comes into view, though, and his arm falls from around the Maverick’s shoulders as he picks up his face. Astaroth trails behind, dark eyes surveying everyone else around, perhaps a touch possessive because obviously a few of those in and around the fountain are peering at the blonde Ancient curiously.
But Asta, ever Danta’s shadow, steps up to the fountain right when the blonde’s exhaling some relief and he reaches in to let his left wrist relax in the warm healing waters. “Adrenaline, darling.” He purrs playfully, tipping him a wink before he slips into the fountain and reaches up to drag the blonde in with him, tail flicking as the only indicator of his intentions before he dunks him into it with a too sharp grin.
The fountain comes into view, though, and his arm falls from around the Maverick’s shoulders as he picks up his face. Astaroth trails behind, dark eyes surveying everyone else around, perhaps a touch possessive because obviously a few of those in and around the fountain are peering at the blonde Ancient curiously.
But Asta, ever Danta’s shadow, steps up to the fountain right when the blonde’s exhaling some relief and he reaches in to let his left wrist relax in the warm healing waters. “Adrenaline, darling.” He purrs playfully, tipping him a wink before he slips into the fountain and reaches up to drag the blonde in with him, tail flicking as the only indicator of his intentions before he dunks him into it with a too sharp grin.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
