my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
“It is so.” And Danta would guess correct in that it was the time he was caught and dragged to the Climb. Needless to say, the butcher has never made that mistake again. And he will continue to not be caught as he had once been. (Unless it’s Danta, he supposes.)
Either way, as Danta steps over to the den where Asta is already settled in, his reply sparks enough additional outrage that the butcher can’t hide the bark of a warm laugh from escaping him, easily melting into the way he sinks into his lap and the fingers thread through his hair. “Well now it is a must.” He sighs, the weariness entirely for dramatic effect because somehow this idea of a challenge has woken him up even more despite being in the comfort of their bed, with Danta’s fingers threading through the dark raven strands of his hair.
His hands sweep along Danta’s hips to his lower back, drawing idle designs into his smooth skin as he closes his eyes and tilts his head into each of his lover’s attentive touches. "You go first, darling."
Either way, as Danta steps over to the den where Asta is already settled in, his reply sparks enough additional outrage that the butcher can’t hide the bark of a warm laugh from escaping him, easily melting into the way he sinks into his lap and the fingers thread through his hair. “Well now it is a must.” He sighs, the weariness entirely for dramatic effect because somehow this idea of a challenge has woken him up even more despite being in the comfort of their bed, with Danta’s fingers threading through the dark raven strands of his hair.
His hands sweep along Danta’s hips to his lower back, drawing idle designs into his smooth skin as he closes his eyes and tilts his head into each of his lover’s attentive touches. "You go first, darling."
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
