// day breaks sorrow //
He’s soft and welcoming as Danta steps in and melts against him. It’s the least he can do. Any tension from the admission or the sorrow for having to mention it harbors no place in their current state, how he tries to ensure Danta realizes that he won’t use it against him. His arms wrap around his lover in turn, holding him gently against him, pressing the side of his face into Danta’s own as they settle. “I will remember it, darling.” He vows, even if the moments get hard.
But it’s the next sentence, the smile that fails that he feels twitch against his neck, that the butcher’s arm lifts where he holds him tight, warming the metal chains that drape across Danta. His hand runs through soft, still slightly damp golden strands, tender and gentle. “Exposure?” He asks, wondering if Danta meant similarly to how Asta had worked on being better around Moira and the Maverick when they were in their corvid forms.
It is something he’d be willing to do, if Danta ever wanted to give it a try. But for now, the verbalizing of it is enough, he’s sure, but that doesn’t mean he has to double down on just what he’d done in the Dusklight to give Danta all those memories back. “Safe to say, no one has acted out since they witnessed it.” He murmurs softly, shifting his head to press a soft kiss against Danta’s cheek, giving his middle a soft squeeze.
But it’s the next sentence, the smile that fails that he feels twitch against his neck, that the butcher’s arm lifts where he holds him tight, warming the metal chains that drape across Danta. His hand runs through soft, still slightly damp golden strands, tender and gentle. “Exposure?” He asks, wondering if Danta meant similarly to how Asta had worked on being better around Moira and the Maverick when they were in their corvid forms.
It is something he’d be willing to do, if Danta ever wanted to give it a try. But for now, the verbalizing of it is enough, he’s sure, but that doesn’t mean he has to double down on just what he’d done in the Dusklight to give Danta all those memories back. “Safe to say, no one has acted out since they witnessed it.” He murmurs softly, shifting his head to press a soft kiss against Danta’s cheek, giving his middle a soft squeeze.
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
