// up above so, up above so quiet //
“I am a giant fan of it, darling.” The butcher very nearly purrs before he’s settling into the sensation of the fingers threading through his hair, the way Danta seems to pause and take his time formulating his question. Asta dismisses the shadow nearly immediately with the leveled question. It immediately drags concern to paint into the lines of his face, even if his gaze isn’t visible. It’s there in the way his mouth twists a touch toward a frown, flattening the smile lines there with how often he rarely does it.
His tail stills from where it was wagging on the edge of the couch, his fingertips returning to the gentle and smooth strokes along his leg. Nothing suggestive, just a gentle touch to prove that he was listening, even if part of it was there to help try to smooth the barbs he feels growing within his lover. “Not at all, darling.” The butcher answers back with the thicker edge to his accent, the response absolutely genuine. “Everything I have said to her is exactly the same I have said to you.” He has no reason to hide anything, why would he?
“She was apparently in love with Pierce, whom ended it when they all departed. It has made her… Sharper and less trustworthy. She is a bit like an abused animal at the present moment.” He murmurs a little softer, blindly reaching up to run his hands through his lover’s golden strands. “I do not think it was a barb aimed at you, darling, but the party itself.” His thumb strokes along his cheekbone, mapped by the feel of his skin.
Allowing that to settle, his smile returns slowly. “You are my person. You are mine, and there is not a single thing I would change about you.”
His tail stills from where it was wagging on the edge of the couch, his fingertips returning to the gentle and smooth strokes along his leg. Nothing suggestive, just a gentle touch to prove that he was listening, even if part of it was there to help try to smooth the barbs he feels growing within his lover. “Not at all, darling.” The butcher answers back with the thicker edge to his accent, the response absolutely genuine. “Everything I have said to her is exactly the same I have said to you.” He has no reason to hide anything, why would he?
“She was apparently in love with Pierce, whom ended it when they all departed. It has made her… Sharper and less trustworthy. She is a bit like an abused animal at the present moment.” He murmurs a little softer, blindly reaching up to run his hands through his lover’s golden strands. “I do not think it was a barb aimed at you, darling, but the party itself.” His thumb strokes along his cheekbone, mapped by the feel of his skin.
Allowing that to settle, his smile returns slowly. “You are my person. You are mine, and there is not a single thing I would change about you.”
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
