and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
“What else was there to do, darling?” The butcher poses the question back – because it wasn’t like he was going to daydream about the bullshit of the Climb from back then. Or have nightmares regarding the crows and being left behind. Or recalling the time he’d lived as a frosty cannibal up in Halo.
Where, if he was being honest, he’d done much of the same when it came to carving bones and ivory.
Either way, he continues to admire even as he watches Danta slip into loose linen pants, snorting instead to hear that he’d missed the company. “Ah, next time shall I sit outside of it and shout at you then? Mostly in regards to the cow man.” Bouncing his brows playfully, the butcher watches with unhidden delight as Danta knocks the bowl, knife, and bone out of his hands to replace it with himself – which is a much better result as far as Asta’s concerned. With nothing in them now, his hands immediately land on Danta’s poor abused hips and drags his fingertips up his sides. “Perhaps. If it does, I am terrified to see what beast it’s left behind.” And if it hadn’t? Well, they’d need to find a better way to get through his suddenly intensified barrage of hormones.
His head tilts up, the dark hair between his horns smoothing back and bunching against the back of the couch as he admires the Theocrat. “Will you miss it, if it is gone?”
Where, if he was being honest, he’d done much of the same when it came to carving bones and ivory.
Either way, he continues to admire even as he watches Danta slip into loose linen pants, snorting instead to hear that he’d missed the company. “Ah, next time shall I sit outside of it and shout at you then? Mostly in regards to the cow man.” Bouncing his brows playfully, the butcher watches with unhidden delight as Danta knocks the bowl, knife, and bone out of his hands to replace it with himself – which is a much better result as far as Asta’s concerned. With nothing in them now, his hands immediately land on Danta’s poor abused hips and drags his fingertips up his sides. “Perhaps. If it does, I am terrified to see what beast it’s left behind.” And if it hadn’t? Well, they’d need to find a better way to get through his suddenly intensified barrage of hormones.
His head tilts up, the dark hair between his horns smoothing back and bunching against the back of the couch as he admires the Theocrat. “Will you miss it, if it is gone?”
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
