— frozen grounds and leafless trees
He huffs a sound like a soft laugh to hear Danta’s chuckle, relaxing further to hear it confirmed again. While it hadn’t been a realistic fear, the butcher has found that he is someone quite in need of reinforcement over time. Having never had a relationship to this extent and given their long, eventful history together, the butcher realizes that he doesn’t have to worry about it as much as he had at the start.
He's separated this version of Danta versus the one at the Climb – and while at times the two overlap, it isn’t that often.
And for now? Right now, he’s his Danta, guiding his head to rest against his shoulder while his firelit fingers thread through his hair, scratching at the spaces on his scalp where his horns had been once before. Perfectly, beautifully, him. Asta shivers in delight, arms squeezing around him tightly before he presses a warm kiss to his lover’s bare shoulder. “That could very well be.” He agrees on the heels of a sigh. “I suppose at least we will know how to prepare for next year?” His lips quirk up in the hint of a tired smile.
He's separated this version of Danta versus the one at the Climb – and while at times the two overlap, it isn’t that often.
And for now? Right now, he’s his Danta, guiding his head to rest against his shoulder while his firelit fingers thread through his hair, scratching at the spaces on his scalp where his horns had been once before. Perfectly, beautifully, him. Asta shivers in delight, arms squeezing around him tightly before he presses a warm kiss to his lover’s bare shoulder. “That could very well be.” He agrees on the heels of a sigh. “I suppose at least we will know how to prepare for next year?” His lips quirk up in the hint of a tired smile.
Astaroth
the woods will haunt you like a frigid breeze —
