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
He hears the gentle placating tones as if he’s still in the slumber. He isn’t, though, and something about the softness of it despite everything he’s done, it has the butcher somehow worse off. Panicking despite the taste of blood and salt in his mouth, he feels the pain radiating tenfold in his mind, reverberating in ways that ensure he can never catch his breath.
And rather than push him away, Danta’s still bleeding as he pulls him in and Asta freezes, tense like stone, not touching his lover as he’s embraced and as the blonde’s fingers thread through his dark hair. He seems so, so still, while the only thing that seems to prove he’s there is the shake of his tremble.
“I shouldn’t… I knew better. I knew better.” He gasps as he slowly starts to succumb, crumbling into Danta’s embrace as the pain pushes to the forefront of his mind. “You’re not.. not okay. You’re bleeding. I— I did it.” He gasps out, trembling from the pain and his own emotional rawness, burying his face into Danta’s chest, as a fresh wave of too hot tears fall onto his bare skin.
And rather than push him away, Danta’s still bleeding as he pulls him in and Asta freezes, tense like stone, not touching his lover as he’s embraced and as the blonde’s fingers thread through his dark hair. He seems so, so still, while the only thing that seems to prove he’s there is the shake of his tremble.
“I shouldn’t… I knew better. I knew better.” He gasps as he slowly starts to succumb, crumbling into Danta’s embrace as the pain pushes to the forefront of his mind. “You’re not.. not okay. You’re bleeding. I— I did it.” He gasps out, trembling from the pain and his own emotional rawness, burying his face into Danta’s chest, as a fresh wave of too hot tears fall onto his bare skin.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
