i'm the escape to something that's worse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
i am the shadow driving the hearse
“Why not, darling?” The butcher hums – fully aware of what he’s admitting and what Danta might get up to without any worries he might be uncomfortable with it. After the last few times he’d crawled home like this, the stress he’s put him through, it’s the least that Asta thinks he can do.
His smile mirrors Danta’s own as he makes a beeline for the bed, carefully and stiffly shedding clothes in the process until it’s just his bruised and battered body on display. “I did, yes.” He hums as he swallows down the wince as he slips under the covers that Danta pulls back, sliding in after him to the warmth and softness of their bed. “And if you think that I am going to fall back asleep without you using me as a pillow then you would be wrong.” He boasts a little – pain be damned.
Besides, if he falls asleep, he won’t even notice. And he knows Danta well enough to know it’ll take all of three seconds for him to pass out after the emotional whiplash of the morning. So he settles on his back gingerly, sinking into the bed and the pillows, using his good arm to tug Danta to rest on him.
His smile mirrors Danta’s own as he makes a beeline for the bed, carefully and stiffly shedding clothes in the process until it’s just his bruised and battered body on display. “I did, yes.” He hums as he swallows down the wince as he slips under the covers that Danta pulls back, sliding in after him to the warmth and softness of their bed. “And if you think that I am going to fall back asleep without you using me as a pillow then you would be wrong.” He boasts a little – pain be damned.
Besides, if he falls asleep, he won’t even notice. And he knows Danta well enough to know it’ll take all of three seconds for him to pass out after the emotional whiplash of the morning. So he settles on his back gingerly, sinking into the bed and the pillows, using his good arm to tug Danta to rest on him.
Astaroth
what was it like to feel in love?
