// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
The warm hands that touch his chest beyond the ghostly hands has Asta relaxing into the touch, his dark gaze focusing on Danta’s face as if he might be able to read it like a roadmap to just what he should be expecting. “A little. Just… lingering, I suppose? Nothing terrible.” He offers as if it were as much of an attempt to calm whatever storm rages within Danta despite not seeing it in its entirety. Though they both know the butcher has had worse, it feels moot to point it out.
He watches as Danta steps back, ruffling his fingers through his golden strands and he steps forward, arms reaching for Danta to pull him back, like the butcher might be able to ground him. “I am sorry, darling. I did not realize something like that would show.” He murmurs softly, his warm hand reaching for Danta’s elbow or shoulder in a gentle touch. He withdraws shortly after to slide completely out of his shirt, proving as he turns around to fold it and set it on his bag that he is otherwise unharmed. “Come, let me curl up with you.” He makes the offer as he peers over his shoulder, undoing the buckle of his belt.
He watches as Danta steps back, ruffling his fingers through his golden strands and he steps forward, arms reaching for Danta to pull him back, like the butcher might be able to ground him. “I am sorry, darling. I did not realize something like that would show.” He murmurs softly, his warm hand reaching for Danta’s elbow or shoulder in a gentle touch. He withdraws shortly after to slide completely out of his shirt, proving as he turns around to fold it and set it on his bag that he is otherwise unharmed. “Come, let me curl up with you.” He makes the offer as he peers over his shoulder, undoing the buckle of his belt.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
