the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
He wouldn’t, but Asta can’t blame him. If anything, the butcher is happy that Danta doesn’t suffer the way that he does, able to rest with decidedly less dangerous outcomes for stressors. At any rate, he hums his acknowledgement, sipping from his own tea and lets it warm him up further from the inside out — content, until Danta’s voice becomes slurred and Asta focuses less on the idle gentle nuzzlings and sips from his tea to instead try to keep the laugh from leaving his throat as he does help Danta place the cup where it can’t be spilled or dropped. “It was not that much, darling.” He informs him, keeping him pressed against him despite knowing that it’s likely the last thing his lover wishes to do.
“You may be a sedative lightweight, my dear.” Pulling back enough to flash a wink, the butcher continues his plan of settling them. The cups deposited on the nightstands, the fire billowing out warmth, the kettle placed in a way to cool without causing trouble, only to finally settle beneath the blankets with Danta as his own personal one. “How is this?”
On his side of the bed, he reaches over to fumble with the nightstand, retrieving the smooth metal muzzle. But he doesn’t put it on yet, instead choosing to let his fingers card through tousled blonde to nudge him enough to place one last kiss before he must abandon keeping his hands on the Maverick if only to get the muzzle into place. Extra precautions and all that.
“You may be a sedative lightweight, my dear.” Pulling back enough to flash a wink, the butcher continues his plan of settling them. The cups deposited on the nightstands, the fire billowing out warmth, the kettle placed in a way to cool without causing trouble, only to finally settle beneath the blankets with Danta as his own personal one. “How is this?”
On his side of the bed, he reaches over to fumble with the nightstand, retrieving the smooth metal muzzle. But he doesn’t put it on yet, instead choosing to let his fingers card through tousled blonde to nudge him enough to place one last kiss before he must abandon keeping his hands on the Maverick if only to get the muzzle into place. Extra precautions and all that.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
