// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Shhh.” The butcher drawls in lieu of shut up. He knows what the season is called, but it still didn’t mean that he was ready for it to begin so soon. After all, the season only just started and the multitude of maples up above in the Inner Quarter were already gold and red, like little bonfires lighting up the rest of the woods.
As Danta shivers, though, the butcher’s fingers seem to try and chase the shiver and goosebumps briefly before returning to draw idle designs into the Maverick’s spine, precisely when Asta relaxes precisely at the time the blonde’s fingers spread in a starburst against his scars, causing him to nestle in a touch closer, tail tightening until Danta’s final answer sparks a bark of a laugh to slip from his lips – surprise coursing through him so abruptly he has to gasp in a breath. “I suppose you will have to find out, won’t you?” He asks, withdrawing enough to blink down at Danta with dark eyes full of amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.
As Danta shivers, though, the butcher’s fingers seem to try and chase the shiver and goosebumps briefly before returning to draw idle designs into the Maverick’s spine, precisely when Asta relaxes precisely at the time the blonde’s fingers spread in a starburst against his scars, causing him to nestle in a touch closer, tail tightening until Danta’s final answer sparks a bark of a laugh to slip from his lips – surprise coursing through him so abruptly he has to gasp in a breath. “I suppose you will have to find out, won’t you?” He asks, withdrawing enough to blink down at Danta with dark eyes full of amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
