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?
He sleeps like a rock. Moving only with Danta’s encouragement in his sleep, the butcher hardly notices that he’s warm from both the bundle of blankets he’s corralled into his front and the warmth that radiates from Danta at his back. He’s completely unaware, head pressed into the pillow and horns pointed in a dangerous angle toward the Maverick’s handsome face. Luckily, when the delivery is dropped, the butcher doesn’t move in response to it.
Not immediately, at least.
He hears the grumble in his odd and strange dreams of crafting the biggest most menacing antler tiered chandelier (ironically), and slowly feels the heat of his breath breathed into his dark hair. “Mm?” Asta grumbles, himself, throat hoarse and soft. His eyes don’t open, nor does he change anything about the positioning aside from shifting his arms down to wind with the other Ancient’s, tail winding around Danta’s leg as if to prevent him from getting up. (Like his subconscious thinks Danta would.)
Not immediately, at least.
He hears the grumble in his odd and strange dreams of crafting the biggest most menacing antler tiered chandelier (ironically), and slowly feels the heat of his breath breathed into his dark hair. “Mm?” Asta grumbles, himself, throat hoarse and soft. His eyes don’t open, nor does he change anything about the positioning aside from shifting his arms down to wind with the other Ancient’s, tail winding around Danta’s leg as if to prevent him from getting up. (Like his subconscious thinks Danta would.)
Astaroth
come a little closer
