Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Warmth spreads, blossoming through his bones and scars. But rather than the siren song of relief, its sharp burning pain, and to be honest? The butcher continues to be stubborn because he thinks it will help, and even as Danta continues and adjusts to try and scout the butcher’s face, Asta has promptly buried it beneath dark hair and the blankets of the bed.
“I am fine. Keep going.” Mumbled into the blankets, there’s equal amount tension beneath the Maverick’s fingers as there is hardened scar tissue. And while most of the feeling is deadened (a feather light touch wouldn’t register), the force of Danta’s massages and the residual pain of nerve endings attempting to regenerate, it’s like liquid fire has been spread across the panes of his back.
Of course, the blonde won’t be able to see his face but he will be able to see the white knuckle grip Asta has managed to tangle into the sheets, the tip of his tail still lashing.
“I am fine. Keep going.” Mumbled into the blankets, there’s equal amount tension beneath the Maverick’s fingers as there is hardened scar tissue. And while most of the feeling is deadened (a feather light touch wouldn’t register), the force of Danta’s massages and the residual pain of nerve endings attempting to regenerate, it’s like liquid fire has been spread across the panes of his back.
Of course, the blonde won’t be able to see his face but he will be able to see the white knuckle grip Asta has managed to tangle into the sheets, the tip of his tail still lashing.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
