reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“You did.” He agrees, before he’s content to be fussed over between readjusting and situating his hair and kissing away the blood that lingers on his lips from where it tries and unsuccessfully clots over and over again. Eventually it does, though, when the butcher stops fucking with it, a few moments before he feels the way Danta sinks into his shoulder. Feeling the brush of his lips only barely against his scarred skin, the butcher’s arm loosens a touch and he opens his eyes again, squinting against the sun before he gets used to it again.
Humming a soft note of agreement, Asta nods a short movement, one that has his bearded cheek brushing against Danta’s temple. “I thought you would, darling.” It’s a genuine agreement, soft and gentle, until the suggestion comes and he’s all ears. Shifting slightly to stand and tug Danta up with him, it’s with a “I think that sounds lovely. I am sure we can find some drinks and a blanket on the way there, mm?” He suggests as they get back onto their feet, stepping out of the Rainbow Road’s water back to the path, dripping all the while. “Is there a particular drink you were hoping to snag seeing as we are on vacation?” He probes, flashing a smaller smile (so as to not disrupt the clot he’s formed), while keeping his arm around Danta’s middle as they walk.
Humming a soft note of agreement, Asta nods a short movement, one that has his bearded cheek brushing against Danta’s temple. “I thought you would, darling.” It’s a genuine agreement, soft and gentle, until the suggestion comes and he’s all ears. Shifting slightly to stand and tug Danta up with him, it’s with a “I think that sounds lovely. I am sure we can find some drinks and a blanket on the way there, mm?” He suggests as they get back onto their feet, stepping out of the Rainbow Road’s water back to the path, dripping all the while. “Is there a particular drink you were hoping to snag seeing as we are on vacation?” He probes, flashing a smaller smile (so as to not disrupt the clot he’s formed), while keeping his arm around Danta’s middle as they walk.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
