i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
Oh he can scent the blood that fills the air, but so concerned with Danta as he is, the butcher focuses wholly on ensuring the rest of him is okay. “I know, I know.” Asta’s accent hums into the air gently alongside Danta’s curses, cradling and holding him and welcoming him the second he melts into him. His arms wind around him tightly, careful to ensure he keeps Danta’s arm from being too jostled in the process.
“If it helps, it was not my intention.” He says softly, threading flame tipped fingers into Danta’s blond as his chin is lifted slightly to give his lover all the room in the world to bury in against his bronzed neck. “I did not expect to fall.” He drawls a little with a sigh, forgoing any sore loserness in order to take care of the blonde. “So, for that I am sorry, darling. What do you need?” What can I do?
“If it helps, it was not my intention.” He says softly, threading flame tipped fingers into Danta’s blond as his chin is lifted slightly to give his lover all the room in the world to bury in against his bronzed neck. “I did not expect to fall.” He drawls a little with a sigh, forgoing any sore loserness in order to take care of the blonde. “So, for that I am sorry, darling. What do you need?” What can I do?
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
