am i the wolf or the savior?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
is my smile too sharp or just my teeth?
“I had better not, darling.” Asta hums, coy and tired but content nonetheless as Danta succumbs to hunkering beside him, tying up the bag of apples that has threatened to spill over. He waits for the Maverick to get comfortable, before he tilts into the gentle kiss at his cheek and surprisingly accepts the arm that winds around him, tucking himself in against the blonde.
Snorting a warm breath against his neck, the butcher hums a soft note of agreement. The dull thrum of the wagon soothing as it is mind numbing, and he finds his eyes closing contently before he finds it in him to talk. “Think I will.” He makes that choice before he succumbs, just as the Maverick had said. “Wake me when we get there?” He asks, lips brushing against the edge of the blonde’s jaw.
Snorting a warm breath against his neck, the butcher hums a soft note of agreement. The dull thrum of the wagon soothing as it is mind numbing, and he finds his eyes closing contently before he finds it in him to talk. “Think I will.” He makes that choice before he succumbs, just as the Maverick had said. “Wake me when we get there?” He asks, lips brushing against the edge of the blonde’s jaw.
Astaroth
come a little closer
