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
With how close they are, Asta is also unaware of the interns peeking on them. If he had been, though, he’d be far less prone to feeling quite so lovey, far more menacing. As it stands, the butcher’s full and only focus is the Maverick in his arms and against him. It helps his admission, the barely there whisper, before Danta’s voice soothes him from it.
At the explanation, his brows pinch just in time to feel the warm press of Danta’s lips. “It is not your fault, darling.” He whispers the murmur when Danta withdraws, tail loosening from his leg and hand abandoning his back so he can shift to slowly stand upright to get up. He waits a few moments, watching with those same dark eyes to see how he’s managing it before he runs the free hand of his through his messy, dark locks, pushing it back and out of his face further before he sits up after, hissing a little sound as the muscles in his shoulder shift with the movement.
“How are you managing?” He asks through a quietly concerned tone, dark eyes focusing on his lover, searching for anything amiss.
At the explanation, his brows pinch just in time to feel the warm press of Danta’s lips. “It is not your fault, darling.” He whispers the murmur when Danta withdraws, tail loosening from his leg and hand abandoning his back so he can shift to slowly stand upright to get up. He waits a few moments, watching with those same dark eyes to see how he’s managing it before he runs the free hand of his through his messy, dark locks, pushing it back and out of his face further before he sits up after, hissing a little sound as the muscles in his shoulder shift with the movement.
“How are you managing?” He asks through a quietly concerned tone, dark eyes focusing on his lover, searching for anything amiss.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
