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 second that Danta presses the second kiss to his cheek and murmurs something akin to a jest is the first time since the nightmare began that the butcher feels like he can finally breathe. A smile tugs at his lips, gentle and soft and felt from where he rests his head against Danta’s own. “How boring. Falling in love with a cannibal that doesn’t have horns or a tail.” He whispers it softly, a playful tug that hopefully isn’t too far away from the tender, fragility of the moment.
To hear that being like this works, he’s almost prepared to stay like that the rest of the day – but Danta suggests running a bath and already Asta’s moving slightly so he can peer down at the Maverick with a nod. “Sure.” He hums softly. “I’ll make sure there’s no spiders on the curtain.” Another soft little twitch of his lips accompanies the words, shifting slightly so that he might be able to slip out of the bed and corral Danta into his arms to take him into the bathroom.
To hear that being like this works, he’s almost prepared to stay like that the rest of the day – but Danta suggests running a bath and already Asta’s moving slightly so he can peer down at the Maverick with a nod. “Sure.” He hums softly. “I’ll make sure there’s no spiders on the curtain.” Another soft little twitch of his lips accompanies the words, shifting slightly so that he might be able to slip out of the bed and corral Danta into his arms to take him into the bathroom.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
