// once you're in my shining cathedral, heed the tolling bell //
“Yes you are.” The butcher affectionately drawls, humming a soft laugh toward the end as he pulls him closer, trying to warm the damp and cold skin of the Maverick. He’s steady on his feet like a pillar as he’s draped against, roaming his hands along Danta’s spine and shoulders and toward his lower back.
Snorting a sound along the lines of I knew it, the butcher grins and presses his bearded cheek into the side of Danta’s less damp hair. “Shall I put on some tea? A medicine ball will help you feel better, darling.” Comes the suggestion.
It’s one that doesn’t last as he’s guided back toward their den with an insistence only likely because of the warmth and heat Asta flares into Danta’s bones. But he happily goes, humming a deeper accented “like a lighthouse.” Something he’d nearly said before he redirected himself toward beacon.
Once the bed hits the back of his calves, he’s sinking down into it, incessantly trying to pull Danta into his lap to continue his affections. “Tea or me, darling?”
Snorting a sound along the lines of I knew it, the butcher grins and presses his bearded cheek into the side of Danta’s less damp hair. “Shall I put on some tea? A medicine ball will help you feel better, darling.” Comes the suggestion.
It’s one that doesn’t last as he’s guided back toward their den with an insistence only likely because of the warmth and heat Asta flares into Danta’s bones. But he happily goes, humming a deeper accented “like a lighthouse.” Something he’d nearly said before he redirected himself toward beacon.
Once the bed hits the back of his calves, he’s sinking down into it, incessantly trying to pull Danta into his lap to continue his affections. “Tea or me, darling?”
Astaroth
// it's the final sound you hear as you descend to hell //
