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?
“Of course, love.” His honey soft voice hums to the soft press of his lover's lips against his wrist. The smile remains, even as he releases the blonde so he can get started. He already can see and feel the confidence that has bloomed and it does wonders to relax the butcher further. His worries are swallowed down, ignored to be dealt with later, because that way he can simply indulge in this moment, in the fingers that comb through his hair, of the sound of the scissors as they cut through inky black hair.
He adjusts however Danta needs him to, easily and without any thought to argue or prevent it; and when he rounds to the front of him to continue the trim, Asta’s gaze focuses on his face, the soft focus and the furrow of a brow as he tries to make sure he gets it precisely right. It’s so horribly domestic and it floods him with a surprising amount of warmth he doesn’t know what to do with. His body does, though, a silent flush of red to his cheeks and the tips of his ears that he can’t hide while Danta’s trimming and framing his face.
He adjusts however Danta needs him to, easily and without any thought to argue or prevent it; and when he rounds to the front of him to continue the trim, Asta’s gaze focuses on his face, the soft focus and the furrow of a brow as he tries to make sure he gets it precisely right. It’s so horribly domestic and it floods him with a surprising amount of warmth he doesn’t know what to do with. His body does, though, a silent flush of red to his cheeks and the tips of his ears that he can’t hide while Danta’s trimming and framing his face.
Astaroth
come a little closer
