/// come close to midnight, hell fade me down
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
and then my eyes got used to the darkness
Maybe he’ll have a monthly check in with Danta to tell him just how many knives he’d found on his person that month. A pleasant surprise in addition to the admission that he’s been keeping track. A mental note right now, but he does have a little portion of the dark journal he kept with him with the little tallies. He slips the other blade away with a soft chuckle to the chirp, but he settles quick enough to curl in against his lover.
Hands smoothing along his skin up and down and leaning into the kiss to his temple, Asta focuses back on his lover’s face with a crooked smile. “We shall see.. mm?” Comes the non-answer, the amusement flaring in his face that mirrors the grin as he’s kept close by the arms of the Maverick.
Not like he’d want to be anywhere else.
The butcher’s head tilts into the touch, featherlight against the stubble of his jaw and then his lips, his gaze softening before he closes his eyes to indulge in the kiss, sinking into the touch as his hands rise and lift, threading through blonde strands and the random beads and trinkets here and there. His tail curls around Danta’s leg and he withdraws when he needs breath - nudging his nose gently with his own, trailing his kiss along to his jaw.
Each and every word that felt impossible to say before is laid bare in the gentle tenderness of the kiss - at odds with the time spent at the tree and the primal desire and urges that had overcome him. This is different, careful and sweet, romantic in a way that he isn’t intending. “I love you.”
Hands smoothing along his skin up and down and leaning into the kiss to his temple, Asta focuses back on his lover’s face with a crooked smile. “We shall see.. mm?” Comes the non-answer, the amusement flaring in his face that mirrors the grin as he’s kept close by the arms of the Maverick.
Not like he’d want to be anywhere else.
The butcher’s head tilts into the touch, featherlight against the stubble of his jaw and then his lips, his gaze softening before he closes his eyes to indulge in the kiss, sinking into the touch as his hands rise and lift, threading through blonde strands and the random beads and trinkets here and there. His tail curls around Danta’s leg and he withdraws when he needs breath - nudging his nose gently with his own, trailing his kiss along to his jaw.
Each and every word that felt impossible to say before is laid bare in the gentle tenderness of the kiss - at odds with the time spent at the tree and the primal desire and urges that had overcome him. This is different, careful and sweet, romantic in a way that he isn’t intending. “I love you.”
Astaroth
and everyone that i knew,
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
was lost and so long forgotten after you ///
