the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“Oh, you poor thing, you.” Comes the deeper drawl, amusement lacing his tone. “I imagine it is only half of how terrible it was to drink it in its entirety.” It’s playful, a momentary pause of humor injected in the soft sweetness they share in the moment that he fixes up their tea. Distraction comes in form of paying attention to the hum of Danta’s voice while also ensuring he doesn’t spill any tea. “You do need it, though.” He hums, even if he’s sure the Maverick’s words are entirely in jest.
He has gone through the trouble of making it, indeed.
Warm and content to feel the way Danta nuzzles against his jaw, the butcher’s arm tightens around the blonde, shifting them enough to be able to sip from their cups. Of course, Asta waits until the Maverick has taken his sip, dark honey gaze focusing entirely on his face to try and glean any ticks or shifts to see if the sedative is that much better.
Pleased to see little to nothing appear on Danta’s face except something contemplative, Astaroth’s smile tugs up on the corners of his mouth. “Wonderful.” He hums — considering it a miracle, all things considered. “Shall we get comfortable, then?” He asks, already prepared to keep Danta against him and/or carry him to put everything away and to shuffle back into the bed beneath the covers.
He has gone through the trouble of making it, indeed.
Warm and content to feel the way Danta nuzzles against his jaw, the butcher’s arm tightens around the blonde, shifting them enough to be able to sip from their cups. Of course, Asta waits until the Maverick has taken his sip, dark honey gaze focusing entirely on his face to try and glean any ticks or shifts to see if the sedative is that much better.
Pleased to see little to nothing appear on Danta’s face except something contemplative, Astaroth’s smile tugs up on the corners of his mouth. “Wonderful.” He hums — considering it a miracle, all things considered. “Shall we get comfortable, then?” He asks, already prepared to keep Danta against him and/or carry him to put everything away and to shuffle back into the bed beneath the covers.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
