so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“Hey,” the butcher protests briefly, letting it stop there because unfortunately (and as much as he hates to admit it), Danta is right. So he clamps his mouth shut with a stiff click of stubbornness, snorting after as he shakes his head. Only then is he leaning forward to steal a kiss, withdrawing to settle back in with the blanket now around his shoulders. He finishes his tea while the Maverick snags the muzzle, settling easily into the couch and drawing a leg up comfortably, tucking it under his other leg when Danta returns.
As the muzzle is held up, Asta leans in and peers at it, head tilting slightly as he notes the differences. “I hope it is enough.” Comes the quiet admission before he’s leaning forward, glamour still in place to allow for easy placement. The metal is cold where it touches his warm skin and he shivers a little with it, frowning before it starts to warm up. As it’s secured, though, the butcher takes a moment to open and close his mouth, feeling how it feels against his jaw and the back of his head.
“It feels about the same. The leather, I mean. The muzzle itself does feel more secure.” Cocking his head sharply to look at Danta like a dog might hear a sharp high pitched whistle, he offers him a small and tired smile. “What do you think?” Is it enough?
As the muzzle is held up, Asta leans in and peers at it, head tilting slightly as he notes the differences. “I hope it is enough.” Comes the quiet admission before he’s leaning forward, glamour still in place to allow for easy placement. The metal is cold where it touches his warm skin and he shivers a little with it, frowning before it starts to warm up. As it’s secured, though, the butcher takes a moment to open and close his mouth, feeling how it feels against his jaw and the back of his head.
“It feels about the same. The leather, I mean. The muzzle itself does feel more secure.” Cocking his head sharply to look at Danta like a dog might hear a sharp high pitched whistle, he offers him a small and tired smile. “What do you think?” Is it enough?
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
