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
Snorting softly as the mask slips back into place, it’s a janky kind of transition — one that’s as comforting as it is awkward. So much so that when Danta mentions he’s going to take so many drugs, the butcher flashes him a slightly amused sharp smirk. “Save some for me, won’t you?” But there’s something in his tone that’s very evident in the shift. He’s compartmentalized so much that the accent is less Asta and growing more and more Ferrox by the minute.
Helping Danta around the snowdrift, they settle back into their slow going cold pace toward the Dusklight. “Oh, you did. I wouldn’t have taken the hit to the shoulder had you not stood there looking so devilishly handsome.” Where Danta’s flirty remark falls, Asta’s fills the gap, clutching him a bit closer as he glares at one of his nemesis, covered in thin sheens of salt to ward away the ice that tries to form.
“We can go slow. I’ve got you.” The murmured affection is evident as he shifts their positioning enough to pin Danta between his thin frame and the railing of the stairs, taking a step, going one by one with his lover until they reach the warm cover of the Last Whisper. “Very good, Danta, just like that.” He purrs his praise. The mask is in place comfortably so by now.
Helping Danta around the snowdrift, they settle back into their slow going cold pace toward the Dusklight. “Oh, you did. I wouldn’t have taken the hit to the shoulder had you not stood there looking so devilishly handsome.” Where Danta’s flirty remark falls, Asta’s fills the gap, clutching him a bit closer as he glares at one of his nemesis, covered in thin sheens of salt to ward away the ice that tries to form.
“We can go slow. I’ve got you.” The murmured affection is evident as he shifts their positioning enough to pin Danta between his thin frame and the railing of the stairs, taking a step, going one by one with his lover until they reach the warm cover of the Last Whisper. “Very good, Danta, just like that.” He purrs his praise. The mask is in place comfortably so by now.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
