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
“Mm, that I can agree with.” He hums softly, shifting his seat to better accommodate the position Danta takes up within it, happily ignoring the shards of bone left behind that have spilled from the bowl with Danta’s cat-like nature. As his arms loop around his shoulders, he’ll find that the loose material of the sorry excuse for a shirt is very stretchy and loose and it falls from around his shoulders with ease.
He doesn’t respond about yelling about the cow man despite how much he wants to, too busy chasing after the gentle brush of Danta’s nose against his own to press a soft kiss to his lover’s chin. The answer to his question does come with a small amount of surprise, though, enough that Asta draws back to tilt his head into the hand that brushes against his bearded jaw, peering up at him with warmth in the dark abyss of his eyes.
Turning his head slightly to press his lips to the inside of Danta’s wrist, his hands lift and stroke smooth passes along his sides and back. “That is good to know. It is rather exhausting being on edge all the time. I am sorry if I have been too much.” He closes his eyes with the apology, pressing another kiss to his wrist.
He doesn’t respond about yelling about the cow man despite how much he wants to, too busy chasing after the gentle brush of Danta’s nose against his own to press a soft kiss to his lover’s chin. The answer to his question does come with a small amount of surprise, though, enough that Asta draws back to tilt his head into the hand that brushes against his bearded jaw, peering up at him with warmth in the dark abyss of his eyes.
Turning his head slightly to press his lips to the inside of Danta’s wrist, his hands lift and stroke smooth passes along his sides and back. “That is good to know. It is rather exhausting being on edge all the time. I am sorry if I have been too much.” He closes his eyes with the apology, pressing another kiss to his wrist.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
