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
Pausing from immediately moving as the blonde’s hand comes up, knuckles brushing against the butcher’s cheek, Asta easily presses back into the touch at his forehead. His breaths still measured but looser than they had been on the way here, it doesn’t stop him from brushing his nose against his lover’s in a gentle nuzzling motion before they both withdraw.”Yes. I will just need to go a little slower, is all.” He reassures Danta, offering his lover a shark tooth smile.
With the thank yous and gratitude tossed over their shoulders as they depart, Asta’s silently grateful for the clinginess within the Theocrat. Still using him to lean against, he also doesn't want to part, equally just as clingy and perhaps a touch more so now with the desire to tell Danta that he is fine.
That would be a lie, though, and they promised never to do that again. “Sore.” He hums softly, letting his gaze skate over to Danta rather than the path that takes them toward home. “I have strict instructions to clean the wound and replace the dressings until it’s fully closed, take the prescribed pain medication twice a day, and to not wear waistcoats until it is healed.” The latter is said with a soft chuckle, lips quirking into a small smile. “All of those things aside, I am perfectly fine, despite still having to be a bit cautious with my breaths.” His tail flicks back and forth easily as they walk, but the dark spaded portion of it slips around to brush against Danta’s hip in a soft touch, another point of connection.
With the thank yous and gratitude tossed over their shoulders as they depart, Asta’s silently grateful for the clinginess within the Theocrat. Still using him to lean against, he also doesn't want to part, equally just as clingy and perhaps a touch more so now with the desire to tell Danta that he is fine.
That would be a lie, though, and they promised never to do that again. “Sore.” He hums softly, letting his gaze skate over to Danta rather than the path that takes them toward home. “I have strict instructions to clean the wound and replace the dressings until it’s fully closed, take the prescribed pain medication twice a day, and to not wear waistcoats until it is healed.” The latter is said with a soft chuckle, lips quirking into a small smile. “All of those things aside, I am perfectly fine, despite still having to be a bit cautious with my breaths.” His tail flicks back and forth easily as they walk, but the dark spaded portion of it slips around to brush against Danta’s hip in a soft touch, another point of connection.
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
