// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
It doesn’t mean much. But it does mean that they can take a quick trip to the healer when they get back, and he’s soothed in the gentle warmth of Danta’s embrace in return that he hadn’t fucked up too badly. Not like he had multiple times before they’d finally gotten together. It’s that balm that the butcher lingers on when they withdraw and Asta starts to unbuckle his belt. Working at his pants – because he intends on changing them out anyway for a fresh set – he cares little for how they fall as he sheds the rest of his clothes alongside Danta.
Pulling his glamour up as well so that he can make himself as short as can be, when he said curl up, the butcher means it. Legs hooked enough to not hang awkwardly off the little bed but to instead allow his feet to press against the wall at the end, he curves into Danta and wraps his arms around his lover to tuck him in against his shoulder and chest, burying his face into the blonde without worry about scraping his face on diamond horns. “I am sure you are, love.” He hums softly into Danta’s hair as he feels the skyship begin to turn as if banking for the winds. “Just relax. I am not going anywhere.” it’s softer and gentler, his hands starbursting out along Danta’s shoulder and side, drawing little patterns in against his skin where he seems to focus on where he holds most of his tension.
Pulling his glamour up as well so that he can make himself as short as can be, when he said curl up, the butcher means it. Legs hooked enough to not hang awkwardly off the little bed but to instead allow his feet to press against the wall at the end, he curves into Danta and wraps his arms around his lover to tuck him in against his shoulder and chest, burying his face into the blonde without worry about scraping his face on diamond horns. “I am sure you are, love.” He hums softly into Danta’s hair as he feels the skyship begin to turn as if banking for the winds. “Just relax. I am not going anywhere.” it’s softer and gentler, his hands starbursting out along Danta’s shoulder and side, drawing little patterns in against his skin where he seems to focus on where he holds most of his tension.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
