[SE] honey i'm taking no orders

// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //

“It’s okay, darling.” Comes the soft rumble, the pushing off of the wound to his shoulder. He’s had worse, and he’s done worse to Danta. And Danta had done worse to him in the past, too. That scar still lingers smoothly along his skin, nestled in and hard to pick out from the gnarled, more formidable scars. This one would likely end up the same, once it went through its healing process. And with it being Deepfrost and his new collection of soft sweaters, it would be more likely to heal without the interference of his usual attire.

Eventually they rise and Asta, still somewhat bracing himself against the door, brushes his hair back from where it had fallen into his face, trying to regain some amount of composure. “Quite well, as it turns out.” He purrs lightly, snagging the offered cloth to clean himself up as well before he’s reaching for his clothes to finish righting himself back into his prim and proper appearance.

He pushes off the door and straightens fully, a low rumbling and still breathy laugh leaving him before he shakes his head with equally satisfied exhaustion. “No, I think we did a phenomenal job.” Twisting toward his lover to invade his space now, he winds his arms around his shoulders and pulls him in for a chaste kiss, pulling away with a smirk. “It was exciting, however, was it not?” He bounces a brow playfully as he squeezes him back.

Astaroth

// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //