// day breaks sorrow //
“Already ahead of you, darling.” Asta comments briefly in regards to his horns, having already tucked them away as he curls into the bed alongside Flora and Danta, curving into the Doubletake to spoon her just as she’d wished for – her back pressing against his chest. His arms slip around her as he nestles into her golden curls, his fingertips stretching out to brush against his lover.
At Danta’s clarification, the soft warm huff of amusement leaves the butcher, nuzzling his head in a touch further. “Whomever is easier to grab.” He murmurs playfully, flashing a smile that doesn’t last when Flora’s voice whispers out and his arm wraps around her a touch tighter, his voice soft on the heels of Danta’s own answer. “I hate to be blunt, darling, but it seems that Jack did not particularly care about what you wanted.” In most instances that the butcher can see, at least. Or perhaps that’s simply based completely off of what Flora’s upsets had been.
His arm winds back around Danta in turn, tucking them all in together, his forehead pressed against the back of Flora’s golden curls and against the soft pillow. “Yes.” It’s a soft agreement as sleep tugs at him, already radiating heat and warmth beneath the covers between him and Danta, soaking all the comfort he can into Flora’s body sandwiched in between.
At Danta’s clarification, the soft warm huff of amusement leaves the butcher, nuzzling his head in a touch further. “Whomever is easier to grab.” He murmurs playfully, flashing a smile that doesn’t last when Flora’s voice whispers out and his arm wraps around her a touch tighter, his voice soft on the heels of Danta’s own answer. “I hate to be blunt, darling, but it seems that Jack did not particularly care about what you wanted.” In most instances that the butcher can see, at least. Or perhaps that’s simply based completely off of what Flora’s upsets had been.
His arm winds back around Danta in turn, tucking them all in together, his forehead pressed against the back of Flora’s golden curls and against the soft pillow. “Yes.” It’s a soft agreement as sleep tugs at him, already radiating heat and warmth beneath the covers between him and Danta, soaking all the comfort he can into Flora’s body sandwiched in between.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
