[SE] love you 'til I rust

Astaroth

// but if you think I'm misery,

“Good.” The butcher purrs as he wraps him up, the smile on his face remaining in the lines etched into his face. He draws silent to listen and work, snorting softly at the idea of getting drunk to heal their wounds. “It cannot be that bad, no? Any ill effects of the alcohol would be fixed by the healing.” So it kind of just makes sense, as far Asta’s concerned.

Shamelessly leaning into the touch Danta traces the raised scars along his arm. “That would be good.” He murmurs, setting the rag back in the bowl and setting it aside so that he can fully focus on the Maverick, the butcher’s hand traces up his chest, along the blonde’s own scars, tracing the teeth punctures on the other side of Danta’s neck. “I believe we have more than enough to prove any points we may need to in the future.” His lips quirk up again, leaning a touch further into Danta’s space, his crown of dark hair brushing against his shoulders in a bit of a tangle that he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Not tonight, I hope. You are mine tonight, darling.” He hums affectionately, fingers slipping up his neck to thread through the still red tinged blonde, leaning in more fully to press his forehead against the Maverick’s.

then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //