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
“I know you will.” Because for all the possessiveness the butcher harbors, he harbors a whole hell of a lot more confidence and ego. He is one of a kind – especially when it comes to the Maverick. And while there are those out there that may try to replicate his easy charm and dark murderous thoughts, none would ever compare to the real thing. They could never compare to the monster Danta has wrapped around his finger.
Contently corralled closer, the butcher presses in until his chest brushes against Danta’s own, his fingers slipping through from his cheek to the iron streaked blond strands. The hand with the bandages shifts to press gently against his lover’s arm, beneath where the not so bad wound sits, but he can smell and see the one in his back that’s far worse and still leaking. “I know some things about being an overtly confident twenty-something.” He hums, huffing a soft laugh. “He has not had someone take him down a peg, and is content to think that the way he thinks the world works should be how it is. He is learning that it is not.” Asta had learned the extremely hard way, and while he doesn’t condone the idea for Kaisel to be set on a pyre, he does think it would be worth it for him to get a reality check.
For now, though, the butcher has everything he could want or need as Danta sinks in and presses his head against his chest. “Do not be sorry, darling. It is not your fault that he doesn’t understand our lifestyle, nor what we have been through.” They weren’t children, after all. They were full fledged adults who had lifetimes before this point in their life. It wasn’t going to be a fairytale romance that it seemed like Kaisel thought everything should be.
And honestly? The butcher prefers it this way.
He withdraws slightly to drop a kiss onto his lover’s brow, shifting the bandages in his hand slightly. “May I take care of you, now?” He asks, the hand with the bandages lowering to his pocket to fish for some cigarettes he’s sure Danta might appreciate right about now – and ones he particularly is keen to have as well, having left his pipe back in his workroom.
Contently corralled closer, the butcher presses in until his chest brushes against Danta’s own, his fingers slipping through from his cheek to the iron streaked blond strands. The hand with the bandages shifts to press gently against his lover’s arm, beneath where the not so bad wound sits, but he can smell and see the one in his back that’s far worse and still leaking. “I know some things about being an overtly confident twenty-something.” He hums, huffing a soft laugh. “He has not had someone take him down a peg, and is content to think that the way he thinks the world works should be how it is. He is learning that it is not.” Asta had learned the extremely hard way, and while he doesn’t condone the idea for Kaisel to be set on a pyre, he does think it would be worth it for him to get a reality check.
For now, though, the butcher has everything he could want or need as Danta sinks in and presses his head against his chest. “Do not be sorry, darling. It is not your fault that he doesn’t understand our lifestyle, nor what we have been through.” They weren’t children, after all. They were full fledged adults who had lifetimes before this point in their life. It wasn’t going to be a fairytale romance that it seemed like Kaisel thought everything should be.
And honestly? The butcher prefers it this way.
He withdraws slightly to drop a kiss onto his lover’s brow, shifting the bandages in his hand slightly. “May I take care of you, now?” He asks, the hand with the bandages lowering to his pocket to fish for some cigarettes he’s sure Danta might appreciate right about now – and ones he particularly is keen to have as well, having left his pipe back in his workroom.
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
