the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
Oh, they both know. And with the decision made, Asta nods before he makes his departure, too tired to let the usual drawls slip from his lips, like it’s a date and I can’t wait, darling. Because he’s gone shortly after his confirmation of their plans in order to retrieve everything he needs to clean his lover up, still riding the high of post-orgasm and the ego boost of being told he’s smart. (He is a simple man at the end of the day).
He half expects a fight upon his return, but he gets a full view of just how intense it had been, blood and marks littered all over the Maverick’s body, he understands why Danta accepts it. Internally, he winces. Externally, he flashes a prideful, boastful shark toothed grin stained red against the pale teeth in the low light. Shuffling closer, the butcher sets the kit down, able to take one of the rags from the stack brought with to dip into the warm water, starting initially with such tender care and touch to the blonde’s jaw, to the handprint he’d left. Slowly, he makes his way to the wounds, crescents left behind that begin to clot. “I got carried away. It was not my intention to do this much..” He hums as an apology, dark eyes flicking up to catch the depths of Danta’s sleepy blues, the sorry reflected in the depths of the void of his eyes as he continues to clean him up until he can place the bandages against his neck with an ointment aimed to heal, disinfect the wounds, and stop the bleeding.
He half expects a fight upon his return, but he gets a full view of just how intense it had been, blood and marks littered all over the Maverick’s body, he understands why Danta accepts it. Internally, he winces. Externally, he flashes a prideful, boastful shark toothed grin stained red against the pale teeth in the low light. Shuffling closer, the butcher sets the kit down, able to take one of the rags from the stack brought with to dip into the warm water, starting initially with such tender care and touch to the blonde’s jaw, to the handprint he’d left. Slowly, he makes his way to the wounds, crescents left behind that begin to clot. “I got carried away. It was not my intention to do this much..” He hums as an apology, dark eyes flicking up to catch the depths of Danta’s sleepy blues, the sorry reflected in the depths of the void of his eyes as he continues to clean him up until he can place the bandages against his neck with an ointment aimed to heal, disinfect the wounds, and stop the bleeding.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
