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
It was worth a shot, honestly. To wake up to the peel of a bell rather than an arm in his mouth. It would help him feel less volatile, and when it comes to getting Dygra involved in the process — well, the butcher has reached a point where it seemed vital. It was unrealistic for him to not sleep, and it was against everything their goddess stood for if he refrained from indulging in his very nature.
It just makes sense, doesn’t it?
Settling back where his back can press against the headboard, allowing him more availability to wind his one arm around Danta’s shoulders to keep him close, the butcher hopes it doesn’t make his back hurt worse than it likely already did. The fingers through his hair, soothe him more than he thought they might, and when Danta pulls away, Asta can’t help but to slump slightly against his lover as he catches his breath. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks, the question falling from his lips in such brutal honesty that he can’t take them back now or pretend it was a light joke of a sound.
It just makes sense, doesn’t it?
Settling back where his back can press against the headboard, allowing him more availability to wind his one arm around Danta’s shoulders to keep him close, the butcher hopes it doesn’t make his back hurt worse than it likely already did. The fingers through his hair, soothe him more than he thought they might, and when Danta pulls away, Asta can’t help but to slump slightly against his lover as he catches his breath. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks, the question falling from his lips in such brutal honesty that he can’t take them back now or pretend it was a light joke of a sound.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
