i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
He feels Danta pull away right when Asta’s balance is lost, and he really should have let go but he was the only steady thing he had his hand on for any semblance of catching himself. Luckily, at least, he does let Danta’s arm go, precisely at the time he clatters to the floor and the pop is both heard and felt.
His brows pinch and he pushes himself up almost immediately after, any snarkiness gone in light of the pain in Danta’s tone. “Shit.” He curses, hands pushing him up further from the pile of shards of porcelain of the tea cup that shattered. “Shit, okay, I’m sorry, darling— let me help.” Brushing the porcelain dust from his hands onto his pants, the butcher reaches out for Danta with a far more tender approach.
“I think it is just out of place. I can put it back.” He offers, hands gentle and warm as he touches the not moving arm tenderly, waiting for the okay.
His brows pinch and he pushes himself up almost immediately after, any snarkiness gone in light of the pain in Danta’s tone. “Shit.” He curses, hands pushing him up further from the pile of shards of porcelain of the tea cup that shattered. “Shit, okay, I’m sorry, darling— let me help.” Brushing the porcelain dust from his hands onto his pants, the butcher reaches out for Danta with a far more tender approach.
“I think it is just out of place. I can put it back.” He offers, hands gentle and warm as he touches the not moving arm tenderly, waiting for the okay.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
