now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
“I can confirm that it is quite nice.” He hums in a voice still thick with sleep as he lets Danta stretch and curl into him, quite pleased with this change of pace. Comfortable despite the soreness of his back, of which is alleviated very quickly from Danta’s precise movements. He noses in to press his own series of kisses to the blonde, before he settles swiftly. “I am glad.” He hums, because gods if it wasn’t about time they were able to actually live and sleep beside one another without fear.
Lightning brightens the den briefly, the thunder deep and thick as it burrows into their bones and the very wood of their room, rattling the windows though Asta doesn’t seem to mind, taking this moment to stretch out and pop his back in a series of cracks that have him sagging in against the blankets and his lover. “Ha, I shall let you know. I need to visit her soon.. I have mentioned to Flora that she may be a good fit for the Guild and she agreed, so I an intending on suggesting it should Thalassa be interested.” He hums softly – making a mental note to bring her a thank you gift perfect for all the help she had been, both in helping him finish his quest and also in searching for the very gifts he’d squirreled away here for Danta’s birthday.
Which, is quite imminent.
Lightning brightens the den briefly, the thunder deep and thick as it burrows into their bones and the very wood of their room, rattling the windows though Asta doesn’t seem to mind, taking this moment to stretch out and pop his back in a series of cracks that have him sagging in against the blankets and his lover. “Ha, I shall let you know. I need to visit her soon.. I have mentioned to Flora that she may be a good fit for the Guild and she agreed, so I an intending on suggesting it should Thalassa be interested.” He hums softly – making a mental note to bring her a thank you gift perfect for all the help she had been, both in helping him finish his quest and also in searching for the very gifts he’d squirreled away here for Danta’s birthday.
Which, is quite imminent.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
