i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
He hears that it’s supposed to be affectionate, but either way the butcher remains silent. Whether that was his intention or not, Asta refuses to read into it further while he counts his breaths. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Comes the clarification, the realization that while he doesn’t smell blood that doesn’t mean he didn’t hurt him in some way.
At any rate, the blankets are drawn up over the two of them; the butcher remaining curled in spite of it as he continues to count the seconds of his breathing — only to have them hitch when Danta’s whisper reaches him. And fuck, it breaks his heart to hear it so raw.
It’s the only reason he concedes, his horned head shaking as he lowers his knees and swallows as he feels the warm hand on his too cold and clammy shoulder. “Sorry.” Comes the apology as he looks over at his lover but doesn’t quite meet him in the eye. He stares straight at Danta’s collarbones that jut out of his skin.
At any rate, the blankets are drawn up over the two of them; the butcher remaining curled in spite of it as he continues to count the seconds of his breathing — only to have them hitch when Danta’s whisper reaches him. And fuck, it breaks his heart to hear it so raw.
It’s the only reason he concedes, his horned head shaking as he lowers his knees and swallows as he feels the warm hand on his too cold and clammy shoulder. “Sorry.” Comes the apology as he looks over at his lover but doesn’t quite meet him in the eye. He stares straight at Danta’s collarbones that jut out of his skin.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
