so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
They get back on track after his momentary loss of balance, the butcher’s arm growing tighter around his lover as they walk toward the infirmary, like the wound is actually far more draining than he’s let on. It is, in a way, deep and making Asta be more attuned to just how deep he breathes, just how much he could get away with in order for it to not hurt. But Danta’s hand against him around the blade is a boon, one that has him relaxing a touch in that regard because at least his lover’s hand could make up the difference.
“You will.” He says in an accented but resigned sigh, jaw working for a moment before he takes another slow and measured inhale, his head and attention focused on the Temple growing closer with each practiced step. “I am sorry in advance.” Even if the point feels moot right now, given the blade sticking out of him.
His weight grows heavier on Danta’s shoulder, a small and short nod offered before he speaks, a few moments after his lover’s whisper has broken the air. “We will work through this.” He promises, his hand squeezing Danta’s shoulder as they get to the few stairs that lead up to the Temple, taking them slowly and carefully, before they can breach the doors of the Infirmary. There’s more blood that has wicked out, but aside from the butcher looking a bit pale, he looks fairly okay all things considered.
At the mercy of the healers to fix him, as he knows they will given how they had each and every time before it.
“You will.” He says in an accented but resigned sigh, jaw working for a moment before he takes another slow and measured inhale, his head and attention focused on the Temple growing closer with each practiced step. “I am sorry in advance.” Even if the point feels moot right now, given the blade sticking out of him.
His weight grows heavier on Danta’s shoulder, a small and short nod offered before he speaks, a few moments after his lover’s whisper has broken the air. “We will work through this.” He promises, his hand squeezing Danta’s shoulder as they get to the few stairs that lead up to the Temple, taking them slowly and carefully, before they can breach the doors of the Infirmary. There’s more blood that has wicked out, but aside from the butcher looking a bit pale, he looks fairly okay all things considered.
At the mercy of the healers to fix him, as he knows they will given how they had each and every time before it.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
