i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
He aims to release Danta’s hand when the decision is made, only to be brought back in with the squeeze to his hand. Dark eyes flit to his lover's face, confusion flaring until the warm hand slips around his waist on the outside of the blanket. He leans down into the kiss in return, though, soft and tender and gentle like the Maverick is the most precious thing in the world to him.
Pulling away slightly, the butcher presses his forehead against Danta’s briefly, before the next kiss parts them and Asta releases his sun in order to start on the tea. “I love you too.” The butcher hums after they part, over his shoulder before he gets the kettle ready and the tea prepped.
He hyperfixates on the tea, using his fire magic to warm the kettle faster, until it sings and he can finish up getting the vanilla lavender tea to start to steep. The blanket is drawn up a little bit tighter, turning once he’s satisfied. “It should be ready soon.” Enough for a round, maybe. He steps over to Danta, eyeing the darts waggled his way, before he looks to the board in the distance. “You just throw the darts and hope that they land within the center circle, yes?” Clarifying solely for the fact it keeps his mind away from straying, the butcher plucks a green dart from the Maverick’s hand, settling to watch Danta go first for an explanation.
Pulling away slightly, the butcher presses his forehead against Danta’s briefly, before the next kiss parts them and Asta releases his sun in order to start on the tea. “I love you too.” The butcher hums after they part, over his shoulder before he gets the kettle ready and the tea prepped.
He hyperfixates on the tea, using his fire magic to warm the kettle faster, until it sings and he can finish up getting the vanilla lavender tea to start to steep. The blanket is drawn up a little bit tighter, turning once he’s satisfied. “It should be ready soon.” Enough for a round, maybe. He steps over to Danta, eyeing the darts waggled his way, before he looks to the board in the distance. “You just throw the darts and hope that they land within the center circle, yes?” Clarifying solely for the fact it keeps his mind away from straying, the butcher plucks a green dart from the Maverick’s hand, settling to watch Danta go first for an explanation.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
