so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
The bandages are handed over and the butcher takes them easily, not moving just yet until Danta’s decided he’ll allow him to fully take in the damage that seeps from his wounds. Without the shirt removed yet, Asta watches as the streaks of red settle into his golden hair, as the explanation comes out and his brows pinch, deepening the wrinkles that sit there – smoothed out much of the time.
He doesn’t interrupt, either, even if a part of him wants to. His tail flits back and forth as he wars with the internal monologue he has, the fact he’d love nothing more than to use his haunt on Kaisel again until he realized maybe he should stick his nose out of other people’s business. For now, though, he has Danta to tend to, and between the two of them Danta will always have his priority.
As his lover’s vibrant blues lift to his face, Asta peers back at him with soft honey brown, reaching up to cup his cheek despite the streaks of blood. “I am not enough, darling. But I am secure in our relationship enough to know that if you sleep with someone else, you will still come back to me.” He rolls a shoulder surprisingly casually, his grin sharpening as he lets a little bit of his ego flare. “It sounds as though he has not gone through the understanding that we had early on.” The one where the butcher did spiral about it, before assurances and understanding clicked.
“Besides, you are the proprietor of a brothel. And for as much as I know you, my Wasp, you would consistently suffer if you had to wait for me to be on board.” So much to say no, I don’t want you to change a single thing about how we’ve been living our lives. “It seems more like a worry of himself or Flora that he has unfairly projected onto you.” That's his best guess, at least.
He doesn’t interrupt, either, even if a part of him wants to. His tail flits back and forth as he wars with the internal monologue he has, the fact he’d love nothing more than to use his haunt on Kaisel again until he realized maybe he should stick his nose out of other people’s business. For now, though, he has Danta to tend to, and between the two of them Danta will always have his priority.
As his lover’s vibrant blues lift to his face, Asta peers back at him with soft honey brown, reaching up to cup his cheek despite the streaks of blood. “I am not enough, darling. But I am secure in our relationship enough to know that if you sleep with someone else, you will still come back to me.” He rolls a shoulder surprisingly casually, his grin sharpening as he lets a little bit of his ego flare. “It sounds as though he has not gone through the understanding that we had early on.” The one where the butcher did spiral about it, before assurances and understanding clicked.
“Besides, you are the proprietor of a brothel. And for as much as I know you, my Wasp, you would consistently suffer if you had to wait for me to be on board.” So much to say no, I don’t want you to change a single thing about how we’ve been living our lives. “It seems more like a worry of himself or Flora that he has unfairly projected onto you.” That's his best guess, at least.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
