run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
Danta’s voice is soft as it reaches his ears and he remains so predatorily still (that it’s no surprise his jealousy outweighs his smarts at the moment to realize there’s very little he can do to a demigod, but gods if he doesn’t want to try and sink his teeth into him). “Okay.” He says unhelpfully to the memory that Danta recalls from the middle of the night. Asta doesn’t care about Sunjata having an issue with mirrors.
He only cares that he’s still very much in the bed.
His head tilts slightly to accept the nuzzling against his cheek, and the request he hears is harder to accept than he originally thought it might be. It takes a good few long moments before the butcher heaves a sigh into the crook of his neck and burrows in again, horns clicking against the headboard. “I will treat you quite well if you get him to leave.” Comes his offer in exchange, and should Danta accept or make any changes, he does hold up his end of the request.
He stills his tail by tucking it under his leg so it can’t move as much and his arms loosen around the Maverick to the point that it seems like he’s still very much out – eyes shut and face still just as red, something Danta would likely see once he got a good look at him, even as he tries to hide it and hold it all in.
He only cares that he’s still very much in the bed.
His head tilts slightly to accept the nuzzling against his cheek, and the request he hears is harder to accept than he originally thought it might be. It takes a good few long moments before the butcher heaves a sigh into the crook of his neck and burrows in again, horns clicking against the headboard. “I will treat you quite well if you get him to leave.” Comes his offer in exchange, and should Danta accept or make any changes, he does hold up his end of the request.
He stills his tail by tucking it under his leg so it can’t move as much and his arms loosen around the Maverick to the point that it seems like he’s still very much out – eyes shut and face still just as red, something Danta would likely see once he got a good look at him, even as he tries to hide it and hold it all in.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
