i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
“Yeah.” He says in a voice that’s deeper and rougher than he usually keeps it, his accent thicker and warping the tones as he drops all pretenses and formalities. A reversion for the night, even if he tries so desperately to cling to the shining beacon of who he’d become.
It’s a stubborn crawl toward it, is what it really is. “It was a different one than I usually get.” Usually it’s the action itself, the crows tearing at him, digging their beaks and talons into his bleeding, burning flesh. This time, it was the lead up. The getting trapped and caught, of the torment before the true torture began. Ah, but with the knowledge of what was to come.
Like if he pleaded enough in his dream he could prevent the ropes of scar tissue from lingering in his flesh when he woke up.
He’s sluggish to respond when Danta winds his arms around him, and it takes him a weighty few seconds before he’s finally succumbing into the embrace, still trying to count his breaths.
Inhale, one, two, three. Exhale, three, two, one. Inhale, one, two—
“—It’s not yours either.” Asta muffles into his lover’s shoulder, even if they knew it was a bold-faced lie. They had to get through it. Asta has to get past it.
It’s a stubborn crawl toward it, is what it really is. “It was a different one than I usually get.” Usually it’s the action itself, the crows tearing at him, digging their beaks and talons into his bleeding, burning flesh. This time, it was the lead up. The getting trapped and caught, of the torment before the true torture began. Ah, but with the knowledge of what was to come.
Like if he pleaded enough in his dream he could prevent the ropes of scar tissue from lingering in his flesh when he woke up.
He’s sluggish to respond when Danta winds his arms around him, and it takes him a weighty few seconds before he’s finally succumbing into the embrace, still trying to count his breaths.
Inhale, one, two, three. Exhale, three, two, one. Inhale, one, two—
“—It’s not yours either.” Asta muffles into his lover’s shoulder, even if they knew it was a bold-faced lie. They had to get through it. Asta has to get past it.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
