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?
It’s like the most comforting power naps, if it weren’t for the fact that it was dark and fucking cold by the time Danta’s rousing him awake. “Already?” It feels like it’s only been two minutes for the butcher. And because of it, he rises easier this time, a hitch of breath that exhales a faint cloud when he shivers the second the blonde’s body isn’t pressed against his anymore.
“I will add it next to my list of do not take so long to satisfy my bloodlust,” Asta muses behind a yawn, pushing himself up and murmuring a thanks to the wagon owner who can only offer his own gratitude as well, before he’s back onto his feet of the familiar cobblestones, antlers and satchel in hand.
His other hand, however, seeks out Danta’s in an uncharacteristic show of affection so publically. Yet as he does and their fingertips intertwine, the butcher dances ribbons of fire along their fingers and palms, careful to not singe sleeves but to at least warm them up.
“I will add it next to my list of do not take so long to satisfy my bloodlust,” Asta muses behind a yawn, pushing himself up and murmuring a thanks to the wagon owner who can only offer his own gratitude as well, before he’s back onto his feet of the familiar cobblestones, antlers and satchel in hand.
His other hand, however, seeks out Danta’s in an uncharacteristic show of affection so publically. Yet as he does and their fingertips intertwine, the butcher dances ribbons of fire along their fingers and palms, careful to not singe sleeves but to at least warm them up.
Astaroth
come a little closer
