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
He can see the blush spread already, and the butcher already begins to relax with it, letting his concern fade to hear the hiss that leaves the blonde that sparks a soft snort to leave the butcher’s nose. “I believe I already have.” He comments, taking note of the flush of red to his ears and to the sharp panes of his cheeks. Not that Asta will complain – he particularly likes the fact he can make him blush, whether intentional or not.
His hand is offered up easily – and he should know better, truly, but he doesn’t – as warm lips find his knuckles. He’s just about to press a finger to his jaw in an equally affectionate touch when he watches the cube of cheese vanish from his fingers in real time, barking a laugh that surprises even him. “I do quite excel at being charming.” He says before he twists his hand around to cup his jaw fully, a touch more demanding, fingertips and thumb pressing gently into opposite sides of his lover’s jawbone. “And you truly are a crow, aren’t you darling?” He asks without any animosity, simply affection, as he leans in to press his lips to Danta’s in a chaste kiss – hand dropping the second he’s ensured he won’t pull away, to snag the rest of the plate in a large handful that leaves the plate empty when he pulls away.
His hand is offered up easily – and he should know better, truly, but he doesn’t – as warm lips find his knuckles. He’s just about to press a finger to his jaw in an equally affectionate touch when he watches the cube of cheese vanish from his fingers in real time, barking a laugh that surprises even him. “I do quite excel at being charming.” He says before he twists his hand around to cup his jaw fully, a touch more demanding, fingertips and thumb pressing gently into opposite sides of his lover’s jawbone. “And you truly are a crow, aren’t you darling?” He asks without any animosity, simply affection, as he leans in to press his lips to Danta’s in a chaste kiss – hand dropping the second he’s ensured he won’t pull away, to snag the rest of the plate in a large handful that leaves the plate empty when he pulls away.
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
