// don't you fight my hold on you //
He could also get lost in this – he’s done it before and would happily drown himself in the rain if it meant that he got to be right where he is. But as they part to catch their breath, the butcher’s panting breaths warm the space between them, lips finally quirking up in a smile on the edges to hear the soft huff of his lover’s laughter. “Mmm,” he drawls, like he’s really considering not getting up and leaving lest the mud man return.
It is for the best, though, because the later it gets the more likely it is that the rain will chill them to stone, and that’s not a birthday gift Asta wants to give the man that had inexplicitly changed his life. So he withdraws more, extending a hand to help the Maverick up to his feet and slip his arm around his shoulder. “The Mud-Man Vengeance.” He drawls with all of his accented dramatics, head tilting with some amusement. “I would say it is tempting, if not for the rain.” And absolutely not the fact he wants nothing more than to indulge himself with Danta until he’s not sure where the Maverick begins and the butcher ends.
“The wagon is not far. Once we are there we can warm up and dry off.” He says decisively, thankful for the fact that it would be covered for the trek back so that they don’t get rained on more. And with the promise of that and the bloodlust sated and no longer a biting thread on the outskirts of his mind, Asta hopes Danta had a birthday to remember.
- FIN
It is for the best, though, because the later it gets the more likely it is that the rain will chill them to stone, and that’s not a birthday gift Asta wants to give the man that had inexplicitly changed his life. So he withdraws more, extending a hand to help the Maverick up to his feet and slip his arm around his shoulder. “The Mud-Man Vengeance.” He drawls with all of his accented dramatics, head tilting with some amusement. “I would say it is tempting, if not for the rain.” And absolutely not the fact he wants nothing more than to indulge himself with Danta until he’s not sure where the Maverick begins and the butcher ends.
“The wagon is not far. Once we are there we can warm up and dry off.” He says decisively, thankful for the fact that it would be covered for the trek back so that they don’t get rained on more. And with the promise of that and the bloodlust sated and no longer a biting thread on the outskirts of his mind, Asta hopes Danta had a birthday to remember.
- FIN
Astaroth
// pour the gasoline, strike your match on me //
