so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
Of course he would say something like that – because he’s not in the business of revealing all of his secrets off the bat. The blonde would simply just have to see, and Asta would have to spend the time in between planning. And so, with that kept buried away for the moment, the butcher leans into the kiss – feeling just how much the blonde surrenders into it.
Pulling away to hear the question, the butcher is already shifting slightly to get more comfortable in the bed – fully having intended on spending most of the day within the confines of it anyway. He snorts, nodding enough that his dark hair falls free from having no horns to keep it pushed back, only having his ears to tuck it behind. “That sounds divine.” He hums, precisely at the time Danta’s already slouching into the blankets and wrapping around him, and the butcher finds it both amusing and challenging to fight his way beneath the blankets again in their makeshift den to join him.
He succeeds after a moment, forcing his way in to wind his arms around Danta and pull him in against his scarred chest, fingertips threaded through sleep tousled blonde to pull it out of his face and stroking gently against his temple and his cheek, enough of a lull to hopefully draw himself back to sleep, given Danta could likely take a nap anywhere if given the chance.
- FIN
Pulling away to hear the question, the butcher is already shifting slightly to get more comfortable in the bed – fully having intended on spending most of the day within the confines of it anyway. He snorts, nodding enough that his dark hair falls free from having no horns to keep it pushed back, only having his ears to tuck it behind. “That sounds divine.” He hums, precisely at the time Danta’s already slouching into the blankets and wrapping around him, and the butcher finds it both amusing and challenging to fight his way beneath the blankets again in their makeshift den to join him.
He succeeds after a moment, forcing his way in to wind his arms around Danta and pull him in against his scarred chest, fingertips threaded through sleep tousled blonde to pull it out of his face and stroking gently against his temple and his cheek, enough of a lull to hopefully draw himself back to sleep, given Danta could likely take a nap anywhere if given the chance.
- FIN
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
