// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
“Carefully.” The butcher teases playfully, a low and soft rumble of his voice. “The bunkers, mostly. Though we often had thick hoods that helped if we were outside.” He murmurs, all things that Danta had seen when he’d shown him what his life was like before he’d been saved by Dygra. So with the offer of staying in the shade so that Danta doesn’t burn, the butcher purrs his agreement — flashing a bright but sharp smile in answer.
Sunburns sucked as an Ancient, there was no way around that.
But then, the Maverick is falling asleep, and Asta holds him tightly against him to make sure he doesn’t get jostled as the sky ship maneuvers through the sky. Listening to the slow breaths and feeling the easier pulse of his heartbeat, the butcher nuzzles in and manages to catch a small nap in between. But the trek is nearly over, he can tell from the brief glimpses through the porthole of trees in the distance, assuming the sky ship has gotten lower so that it can dock.
He lets Danta sleep for as long as he needs, though it doesn’t stop his fingers from raking through his lover’s blonde hair, finger combing it gently and idly, offering each and every little fuss and attention he can while Danta isn’t awake to bite his fingers for the audacity of it. They’ve shifted enough in the nap that Danta’s fully pressed against his chest, now, and the butcher’s back is curved to rest his shoulders and the back of his head against the small wall that buts against the top of the bed, able to let his dark gaze focus on the serene sight of his lover finally relaxed.
Sunburns sucked as an Ancient, there was no way around that.
But then, the Maverick is falling asleep, and Asta holds him tightly against him to make sure he doesn’t get jostled as the sky ship maneuvers through the sky. Listening to the slow breaths and feeling the easier pulse of his heartbeat, the butcher nuzzles in and manages to catch a small nap in between. But the trek is nearly over, he can tell from the brief glimpses through the porthole of trees in the distance, assuming the sky ship has gotten lower so that it can dock.
He lets Danta sleep for as long as he needs, though it doesn’t stop his fingers from raking through his lover’s blonde hair, finger combing it gently and idly, offering each and every little fuss and attention he can while Danta isn’t awake to bite his fingers for the audacity of it. They’ve shifted enough in the nap that Danta’s fully pressed against his chest, now, and the butcher’s back is curved to rest his shoulders and the back of his head against the small wall that buts against the top of the bed, able to let his dark gaze focus on the serene sight of his lover finally relaxed.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
