[SE] if I become your ghoul

the evidence is on my body
but I never complain

Ah, but he hasn’t. And it’s that fact that Astaroth pulls Danta up against his chest, his smirk pressed into the back of the Maverick’s shoulder, leaving the warm iron of blood in messy, chaotic swipes. “I did not.” He responds haughtily, tail thrashing slightly before it winds around the blonde’s waist, keeping him pressed against him as he now readjusts them once Danta’s perfectly situated how he wants. All the while, one hand smooths up over the blonde’s chest, blotting out his sight in a makeshift blindfold, turning them to where the blankets feel somewhat cool beneath their knees.

“Would I ever lie to you, darling?” He purrs in his heavy accented tone, lips ghosting against Danta’s ear and brushing by the jewelry situated there. His hand falls away, smoothing down his lover’s chest in a slow descent, tail remaining wound around the other Ancient’s middle as the full view is revealed.

The candles lit beside their nightstands illuminate them in all kinds of flickering flames, all angles of shadows that cast upon them. It’s that reflection that Danta will see in the full length mirror angled toward them, a notable difference between the smooth flicker of Danta’s shadows and Asta’s own warbling one, vibrating like a cat poised to strike.

Astaroth

i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing