run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
The more Danta becomes himself, the more relaxed Asta becomes – the more he can put aside the disaster that Kaisel had started at the Blood Moon festival and can look forward to getting everything back to normal for the Maverick. And perhaps, maybe, he needs to start using some semblances of his haunt that aren’t just the shadows and ghouls, but alterations to his appearance in his face to help with Danta’s exposure.
Not tonight, though. Not for a while, he imagines. So instead, he focuses on inspecting his lover’s hand to find it back to normal, tipped with the usual, pink, peachy hue that the butcher has come to expect. His own fingers are wreathed in ash from where he’d maneuvered the items in the fireplace. “Good.” He hums, drawing quieter as he feels the warmth of Danta’s hand at his hip and he curls slightly toward his lover.
His arm tightens a little around his shoulders, the hand that had snatched his up lifts to his cheek. “You are welcome.” He says softly, quieter before he smiles brighter. “I will always look for you, love. You never need to worry about that.” Two sides of the same coin, after all. “Speaking of… I suppose I should tell you to keep your weekend clear. We have plans, if you are up for them.” His chin dips, brows lifting lightly as his grin brightens.
Not tonight, though. Not for a while, he imagines. So instead, he focuses on inspecting his lover’s hand to find it back to normal, tipped with the usual, pink, peachy hue that the butcher has come to expect. His own fingers are wreathed in ash from where he’d maneuvered the items in the fireplace. “Good.” He hums, drawing quieter as he feels the warmth of Danta’s hand at his hip and he curls slightly toward his lover.
His arm tightens a little around his shoulders, the hand that had snatched his up lifts to his cheek. “You are welcome.” He says softly, quieter before he smiles brighter. “I will always look for you, love. You never need to worry about that.” Two sides of the same coin, after all. “Speaking of… I suppose I should tell you to keep your weekend clear. We have plans, if you are up for them.” His chin dips, brows lifting lightly as his grin brightens.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
