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
He’s silent, eerily so, no quips or playful banter or humming a tune long since forgotten. Just silent, awkward, unsure. Once they reach the den, he can feel Danta move a little and he releases him as soon as he gets any inclination that the Maverick wants out. Asta stills the second Danta’s shifting, dark eyes taking him in as the familiar warmth of their room tries to sink into the frigid stone of his bones.
“You’re welcome.” He murmurs softly, straightening up as much as he can without the pain of the wound in his chest blooming further.
His own breath hitches when Danta steps forward, unsure what to brace for when his Theocrat embraces him, immediately tense before it starts to bleed away and his arms wind around Danta in return, sinking and curling in to bury his face into Danta’s still bloodstained neck, holding him as close and tight as Danta allows. “Thank you.” Comes the soft whisper, voice light and careful.
“You’re welcome.” He murmurs softly, straightening up as much as he can without the pain of the wound in his chest blooming further.
His own breath hitches when Danta steps forward, unsure what to brace for when his Theocrat embraces him, immediately tense before it starts to bleed away and his arms wind around Danta in return, sinking and curling in to bury his face into Danta’s still bloodstained neck, holding him as close and tight as Danta allows. “Thank you.” Comes the soft whisper, voice light and careful.
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
