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
“It will return when I am not on vacation, I am sure.” Asta hums, still very clearly unbothered as Danta keeps his pout, as the Maverick leans against his shoulder and the butcher relaxes for a few long moments, letting it soothe any of his own aches and pains. Which, are surprisingly minimal at the moment (likely from being in the water so long already).
He is sorry, mostly. But he’d be lying if he didn’t think that Danta was asking for it when he started fighting dirty. The butcher merely finished it.
Blinking down at him to hear the stern voice, it’s with a raised brow and a dark hum of a laugh to hear the Theocrat come out of the blonde, and where he’d rather push back and press at those edges to get him to react further, the butcher knows he’s already pressed his luck, vacation or not.
So he shifts in the water, dropping lower as if to offer his scarred back for Danta to climb onto. “Yes, your highness.” He drawls, glancing over at him from over his shoulder.
He is sorry, mostly. But he’d be lying if he didn’t think that Danta was asking for it when he started fighting dirty. The butcher merely finished it.
Blinking down at him to hear the stern voice, it’s with a raised brow and a dark hum of a laugh to hear the Theocrat come out of the blonde, and where he’d rather push back and press at those edges to get him to react further, the butcher knows he’s already pressed his luck, vacation or not.
So he shifts in the water, dropping lower as if to offer his scarred back for Danta to climb onto. “Yes, your highness.” He drawls, glancing over at him from over his shoulder.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
